After 13 Years...

I was blessed with a father whom I think the most perfect man in my life. Living with this man is such a miracle. He always encourage me to go on with my life, He let me soar high and he never let me down. He put his very own wings upon my back just to see me flying high with my own life. I live life to the fullest with the courage and the wisdom of my father. He is full of strength, encouragement, braveness insidehis heart and most of all he has the love that I never found to anyone else.

It was thirteen years ago when left us, when he shares his life to our creator in heaven. I can't forget all those things he left for us, all the teachings in life. Thirteen years ago that I don't see him even in my dreams and that was thirteen years ago when the last time he embrace me and said that I was loved.

September 30, 1995 in the morning when I received a news from my mom telling us that I need to go home immediately because my father was confined in a hospital. That news makes me uneasy and immediately went home since I was living with my grandmom away from my parents. I never thought and never in my mind that I already lost my father midnight of September 29, 1995. My mother is telling me that he was just confined in a hospital to make sure that I will be okay in coming home. Unfortunately, it's too late for me to know the truth that he is gone.

I remember the third night of his wake. I saw him in my dream. He ask me to sit beside him, I know in my dreams that he is gone, I am fully aware in my dreams that he accepted the pain of death. He holds my hands saying that he will never leave us behind, physically he will not be around but he says that he will always be in our heart and then he gave me a hug. He is even saying that I have to take care my little siblings. I did not noticed that the tears in my eyes are falling on his shoulder. He wipe my tears and he told me that he have to go because somebody is waiting him. I can't help myself but to cry everytime I remember that dream, the last dream that I have with my father. I know and I believed that he is good hand and his soul rests in peace.

It's not too late to say how much you love your dad and your mom. Say it while they can hear it. Unlike me, I am just murmuring those words inside my heart and one of the biggest regret that I have in my life is that I was not able to show that I love him, I was not to say that words and now I am just contented to say it within my heart.