What’s stopping my father to go home and leave his work in Saudi? All his potential years are spent working away from us. He is not getting younger anymore. In fact, he already had mild stroke causing him to be confined and nobody from among his family members, for proximity reasons, took care of him. That would be another agonizing factor for him to feel sorry and down.
But he’s so strong. I admire his endurance and sacrifices. I admire how he keeps his sanity intact. I admire his fatherhood. But I’d rather have him with us though.
Time is more precious than gold. Almost a cliché but it’s never been fully understood. The significance of time spent to cultivate relationship, the value of time you shared to listen, the essence of time devoted for loving, matter so much to busy people. Time is the reason why I want my father home. Time is the reason why we want him home.
I do not want to reiterate the important events in our lives, in my life specifically, where he is absent. That’s equivalent to blaming him, and how dare me if I do. We just want to spend quality time with him. Before, we’re just six in the family. Now, he has three grandchildren, innocent but longing for a grandfather’s caress.
We long for his presence. I want to enter the next chapter of my life with him giving me advices. I want him to see how persistent we are in helping ourselves, because we know that he’ll be happy when he sees us growing and improving. I want him to see life from the very comfort of his home, a place he so loves to linger and stay. I want him feel relaxed, a word I surely bet he seldom enjoys. The more I say of the things I want my father to enjoy and experience, the more I miss him. “It cuts like a knife,” if I may borrow from a song, is how I feel whenever I cite my hopes for him. It makes me sad. It makes me teary-eyed.
Today is his special day. I just don’t know how he would celebrate this day. But as a son who, I believe, grows in love and respect, I honor him. I want to salute him for his sacrifices, for his love, for enduring so much pain and sorrow. Indeed, you are a hero, ‘Pa. I love you! †
6 comments:
i just wish i could say the same thing to my father... buti ka pa idol, alam mo kung nasaan dad mo... hehe. sorry sa emo mode. anyway, happy father's day to your dad. napaka galing niya at kinaya niya ang lahat ng yun para sa inyo.
Thank you! Even in his absence,i still feel his hurt and sorrow:) ano nangyari sa dad mo, if you don't mind me asking?
gustuhin ko man, hindi ko rin alam eh. bigla na lang siyang nawala. haha. i don't really care anymore. di naman ako galit sa kanya eh. in fact, wala na akong nararamdaman para sa kanya.. parang hindi na siya nageexist sa akin. haha.
hope you realize what you're saying bro. I can see irony in your words:) How would you feel when you see him again?
i don't know... i really don't. basta pag naaalala ko siya, wala akong nararamdaman. i barely remember his face na nga eh. haha. i'm ok kuya. masyadong madrama usapan natin. hindi bagay sa akin. hehehe.
Ok... i won't insist asking anymore. tenx though for sharing. I'm glad u said a little about it:)
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