luking bak…
one morning, i woke up and was greeted by my dad a morning message while playing cards in the sala.."gud morning balasang ko" as my dad would always say.
it was a typical morning for both of us. i prepared for work leaving my dad in the sala while enjoying his "solitaire." i waived my bye-bye to him not knowing that it would be the last time of seeing my dad in the morning..
the nyt came, i received a col coming from my dad’s co-worker saying that daddy was rushed to the hospital "coz he was side swiped by a passenger jeepney while crossing and on his way to work..the least i could do that time is to col my dad’s name.."daddy!!!!!" i was crying while shouting "daddy!" i was trembling and can never speak a word aside from "daddy."
together with my mom, we rushed to the hospital and saw my dad lying in the hospital bed catching his breath while medical apar2s was ol around him. it was the only thing that’s keeping my dad alive..he can’t even open his eyes, can’t even move his fingers, can’t even murmur a word..he was badly hurt..this was what the doctor said to my mom.."were giving your husband negative chances of surviving the accident..he’s badly hurt." hearing those words, i turned to my dad and whispered.."we love you daddy." i saw the tears falling from my dad’s eyes..i knew then that, my dad heard what i whispered..
3 hours before midnight, we were looking for blood donors for daddy..blood was coming out from his mouth..and according to the doctor, it’s his broken ribs that’s causing the blood to come out from my dad’s mouth..can’t say anything..i just cried while holding my dad’s hands while my mom was silently staring at my dad..luckily, we got the blood needed..the operation started at around 10 in the evening..while the operation was going on..everybody prayed..4 a.m., daddy was transferred to the i.c.u…
the next day, oct 4, my dad passed away…he left without even opening his eyes even for the last time..we haven’t got a chance to listen to his voice..he just stopped breathing..
yup…it’s been a year since my dad left…it’s been a year of waking up and missing "gud morning balasang ko."
i miss the nights when we used to wait for daddy to come home from work..at times, i’d wake up only to see him in the sala watching tv or a vcd/dvd..i miss those times…
i miss my dad’s smile and lafters..i miss everyting abt him..he used to ask me to cook for the family..if ever i find time, i kuk adobo for him..he loves my adobo..tnx to my tita hu taught me her adobo recipe.."kare-kare," reminds me of my dad…cigarette also reminds me of him ..everything in the house reminds me of him..
if only i could turn bak time, i’d spend every second of my life with my daddy..in my prayers, i ask for just a moment just to be with my dad..and i guess, god is so good that He grants my prayers..y? ‘coz i have my dad in my dreams..in the middle of the nyt, i just open my eyes and cry becoz i had a moment with my dad in my dreams..do i sound like a kid? nope..my dad is always with me in my dreams..
to my dad, i thank God that you’re my father…
i will always be grateful for the love..care..inspiration..wisdom..guidance.. smile..lafter..you’ve shared..
you may not be around greeting me "gud morning balasang ko" but, i feel in my heart dat u’r always around watching mom, my two brothers and ur "balasang" as we wait for the day that we finally see each other again..
i can’t help but cry everytime i remember you daddy…until wen? 2morow, next week? next month? next year? i don’t know…
i miss you daddy…
we love you so much…