Belated "Happy Father's Day"

Yes, don't yell at me, I know it was too late! (I suck, didn't I?). I almost jump off the couch last Sunday when I realized that it's already the 3rd week of June. Well yeah, because my father is no longer with me. He passed away when I was 18 years old, but still I want to dedicate this post for him and let me share a few wonderful moments I shared with him.

I grew up from a humble family. I am the youngest in the family and the age gap between me and my sister who came before me is 14 years ( too much of a gap, uhh? - maybe I am adopted, nope, I am a menopause baby). When I was in elementary my father was still working. Name it, he can do it, driver, carpenter, basketball referee, he can also do electric wires - he is certainly the "Jack of all Trade". We also do bike trip together. Maybe that's the reason why I expect boys to know everything because my father can do it. He built  a new house for us when our first house was destroyed by fire in 1990, Then on year 1991, our second house was destroyed again by a volcanic eruption. Too much calamity made me think that I am such a poor and unlucky girl and wished that I was born on a wealthy family. But It's just now that I realized that I was so blessed that I came through that moment with my family because those tough days made me tough. Every time he comes home after work, he always have custard cake in his bag for us which he bought from the local bakery.

At high school, he went through a lot of medications because of heart attack/stroke. That situation tighten the budget and what's worst is that my father's mood changed a lot for the fact that he is not feeling well.

When I finished high school, though it's against my will, I have to go on a distant place to study. We cannot afford the high tuition from the schools nearby so we have no choice. Whenever I am off to go back to school after the vacation he was selling some of his chickens for my pocket money. Until December 15, 2001, a news came to me that he finally surrendered on his 3rd stroke attack. I didn't care for the news but I hurriedly went home only to find out that he is really dead.

That is when I realized I'd better have him hot headed than not to be able to see him again. To all of you out there who still have your fathers with you, spent time with them and make them feel that you love them. Happy Father's Day to all the Daddies..!!! Happy Father's Day to you too!


Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.  ~Gloria Naylor