Dapat kasi nung June 16, gagawa talaga ako ng blog post tungkol sa Father's Day kaya lang ang nangyare kasi, galing akong Pacific non tapos nung pag-uwi ko, naputol na pala yung internet namin kaya hindi ko nagawa ang binabalak ko. Mehehehe. Pero syempre, sabi ko nga, it's never too late! So here it goes.
Dear Daddy,
Sabi nila, moving on is forgetting. Pero mali sila. Kasi moving on is simply moving forward. But the thing is, you don't have to forget.
(P.S. It's 4:57pm on my clock and I realized I can't blog about this without crying so I'll continue later tonight...)
(P.P.S. It's 5:03pm at eto na ulit ako... Wahahaha.)
In my case, I chose not to forget. I chose to keep all the memories, whether it's a sad or a happy one. I don't know what to call it, really. In simple terms, I am moving on but I'm also not forgetting.
I am living my life. I am productive. I often look back, but that doesn't mean I'm not living in the present and looking forward to my future. Cos I am.
Natatakot ako na if I never looked back, makakalimutan ko lahat ng alaala ko and I won't remember a single thing about you. Sabi nga nila, we can't choose the memories we keep. Yun na nga, pili na nga lang yung mga alaala na pwede kong balik-balikan, kakalimutan ko pa ba?
I don't care if I often cry whenever I'm feeling nostalgic. Hinding hindi ako mapapagod umiyak kung yun lang yung paraan para mabalikan ko yung mga reminder na minsan sa buhay ko, nakasama pala ako ng isang taong tulad mo. Na minsan sa mundo, may tao palang nabuhay na sobrang selfless and loving sa pamilya niya. Na minsan, nagkaron pala ko ng daddy at sobrang thankful ako dahil ikaw yon.
(P.S. Okay, I'm crying again. Taympers lang... It's 5:17pm!)
(P.P.S. It's 8:47pm. Game na ulet. Tuloy tuloy nato.)
Sabi nila don't live with regrets pero hindi ko mapigilan. I know this is six years too late, but I'm doing my best again to be on top. And I regret not giving you the thing that you wished for six years ago. Pati yung pag-enroll ko sa CLSU. I try not to think of "what ifs" and "could have beens" pero hindi ko mapigilan. Kasi kung nag-aral pala ko sa NEUST right after high school, edi sana naabutan mo na matino yung grades ko.
I miss you. I miss you every single day and I just can't really move on. Every time na malungkot ako, iniisip ko na sana nandito ka. Every time na masaya ako, lalo kong hinihiling na sana andito ka. And I know, I know that it's selfish for the both of us pero hindi ko lang talaga mapigilan.
I know seventeen may be old enough for others to live without a dad, but I can't help but feel like a ten-year old. Parang ang unfair lang na pinagkait ka sakin and I know it's really selfish and bad, pero minsan iniisip ko na bakit ikaw pa. Napakadaming masasamang tao dyan na wala namang silbi, bakit ikaw pa.
I also know that this may be seventeen years too late and I'm sorry, but... I love you dad. I'm sorry I didn't get to say this more often when you were still here and I will forever regret it. I love you daddy. Ikaw lang ang best man sa buhay ko, forever and no one can compare.
Nakakamiss yumakap sa'yo kahit na nakatambay tayo sa harap ng bahay. Nakakamiss mang-lambing sayo pag manghihingi ako ng pera. Nakakamiss magtanong sayo tungkol sa sports para libangin yung sarili ko kasi ayaw mo ilipat yung channel. Nakakamiss makipag-away sayo pag pinapabili mo ko ng yelo kasi ayaw ko ngang bumibili ng yelo kaya ang mangyayari bibili ka tapos ako maglalagay sa jug. Nakakamiss sumigaw ng "Daddy may tao!" kapag may magapapagawa sa talyer. Nakakamiss yung bigla mo na lang ililibre lahat ng taong nakatambay satin kapag lasing ka na. Nakakamiss yung magpapa-hilot ka sakin ng noo mo kapag one-day dead ka dahil may HO ka. Siguro yun yung isa sa mga pinaka-na mi miss ko sa lahat. Nakakatawa nga kasi nung bata ako pag tatawagin mo ko tapos magpapahilot ka ng noo mo, masama sa loob ko. Ngayon naman hinahanap ko. Nakakamiss pag tinatawag mo kong "bunso". Putanginaaaaaa. Sobra. Sobrang nakakamiss yon. Tanginaaaa. Wala nang tumatawag sakin ng bunso. Shet. Ang sakeeeeeeeeeet.
Dear Daddy,
Sabi nila, moving on is forgetting. Pero mali sila. Kasi moving on is simply moving forward. But the thing is, you don't have to forget.
(P.S. It's 4:57pm on my clock and I realized I can't blog about this without crying so I'll continue later tonight...)
(P.P.S. It's 5:03pm at eto na ulit ako... Wahahaha.)
In my case, I chose not to forget. I chose to keep all the memories, whether it's a sad or a happy one. I don't know what to call it, really. In simple terms, I am moving on but I'm also not forgetting.
I am living my life. I am productive. I often look back, but that doesn't mean I'm not living in the present and looking forward to my future. Cos I am.
Natatakot ako na if I never looked back, makakalimutan ko lahat ng alaala ko and I won't remember a single thing about you. Sabi nga nila, we can't choose the memories we keep. Yun na nga, pili na nga lang yung mga alaala na pwede kong balik-balikan, kakalimutan ko pa ba?
I don't care if I often cry whenever I'm feeling nostalgic. Hinding hindi ako mapapagod umiyak kung yun lang yung paraan para mabalikan ko yung mga reminder na minsan sa buhay ko, nakasama pala ako ng isang taong tulad mo. Na minsan sa mundo, may tao palang nabuhay na sobrang selfless and loving sa pamilya niya. Na minsan, nagkaron pala ko ng daddy at sobrang thankful ako dahil ikaw yon.
(P.S. Okay, I'm crying again. Taympers lang... It's 5:17pm!)
(P.P.S. It's 8:47pm. Game na ulet. Tuloy tuloy nato.)
Sabi nila don't live with regrets pero hindi ko mapigilan. I know this is six years too late, but I'm doing my best again to be on top. And I regret not giving you the thing that you wished for six years ago. Pati yung pag-enroll ko sa CLSU. I try not to think of "what ifs" and "could have beens" pero hindi ko mapigilan. Kasi kung nag-aral pala ko sa NEUST right after high school, edi sana naabutan mo na matino yung grades ko.
I miss you. I miss you every single day and I just can't really move on. Every time na malungkot ako, iniisip ko na sana nandito ka. Every time na masaya ako, lalo kong hinihiling na sana andito ka. And I know, I know that it's selfish for the both of us pero hindi ko lang talaga mapigilan.
I know seventeen may be old enough for others to live without a dad, but I can't help but feel like a ten-year old. Parang ang unfair lang na pinagkait ka sakin and I know it's really selfish and bad, pero minsan iniisip ko na bakit ikaw pa. Napakadaming masasamang tao dyan na wala namang silbi, bakit ikaw pa.
I also know that this may be seventeen years too late and I'm sorry, but... I love you dad. I'm sorry I didn't get to say this more often when you were still here and I will forever regret it. I love you daddy. Ikaw lang ang best man sa buhay ko, forever and no one can compare.
Nakakamiss yumakap sa'yo kahit na nakatambay tayo sa harap ng bahay. Nakakamiss mang-lambing sayo pag manghihingi ako ng pera. Nakakamiss magtanong sayo tungkol sa sports para libangin yung sarili ko kasi ayaw mo ilipat yung channel. Nakakamiss makipag-away sayo pag pinapabili mo ko ng yelo kasi ayaw ko ngang bumibili ng yelo kaya ang mangyayari bibili ka tapos ako maglalagay sa jug. Nakakamiss sumigaw ng "Daddy may tao!" kapag may magapapagawa sa talyer. Nakakamiss yung bigla mo na lang ililibre lahat ng taong nakatambay satin kapag lasing ka na. Nakakamiss yung magpapa-hilot ka sakin ng noo mo kapag one-day dead ka dahil may HO ka. Siguro yun yung isa sa mga pinaka-na mi miss ko sa lahat. Nakakatawa nga kasi nung bata ako pag tatawagin mo ko tapos magpapahilot ka ng noo mo, masama sa loob ko. Ngayon naman hinahanap ko. Nakakamiss pag tinatawag mo kong "bunso". Putanginaaaaaa. Sobra. Sobrang nakakamiss yon. Tanginaaaa. Wala nang tumatawag sakin ng bunso. Shet. Ang sakeeeeeeeeeet.
Belated Happy Father's Day Daddy. Mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal kita. Thank you. Thank you for being a good provider. Thank you for being a good uncle. Thank you for being a good husband. And most of all, thank you for being the greatest dad ever. I love you so much. You'll always be the number one man in my heart forever.
Love,
Your little girl.