Yesterday was my husband’s birthday, and today, it’s my dad’s. If he is alive, he is 91 today, but too bad, he only lived for 43 years, gone too soon 😔.
He died when I was just 9 years old, didn’t get to know him that well. During those years, he was working overseas , but I still remember how happy and proud I was when he came with me on our Christmas party, and it happened to be my birthday as well. He took a picture of our class, then when we got home, he took a picture of me outside.
I think I was in third grade then, because the following year, I was in fourth grade, he passed, and the following year, there was a fire that started in our neighborhood, our house was one of those who got burnt, and I think, we didn’t get to save those pictures, my precious memory of my dear father 😢.
Up until now, almost 48 years since he died, I can still clearly see my father lying in a coffin, and I can still smell his perfume. His face is still clear to me, as well as his voice. I still miss him. I know that his now with our Lord, together with my loving mother.
I know someday, we’ll get together again. For the meantime, I can only offer my prayers everyday, see you ‘Tay when I see you.
I love you and nanay with all my heart. Thank you for being our parents, and I am very grateful and thank God for giving both of you as our parents. We love you ❤️❤️❤️
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