Thursday, April 17, 2008

14 years without him....

Today marks my daddy's 14th death anniversary. 14 years without my father. Memories of the night he died would come into my mind from time to time. My brothers and I were sleeping with Mami in my parents' room. I was five. We were woken up bya grandmother who lived two houses away, she looked really scared when we saw her, i remember standing behind Mami, holding my kuya's hand. Then she told Mami the news, my dad was shot in the head and arrived dead in the hospital. I couldn't remember the things that happened next.

the next thing i recall: being in my lola's house watching people "freak out in our house" we were wondering what was going on there, but a relative handed us a blue plastic bag with 4 ponkans. Daddy's pasalubong for us.

Next memory: sitting on my ninong's lap asking him where my daddy was, he blankly pointed to the coffin in front of us, then i asked, "Di ba nahihirapan si daddy dun? ang sikip." He just shook his head then started to cry.

We didn't understand. For years and years, my younger brother thought that daddy would be returning home soon, maybe as he grew older, he finally came to the realization that daddy isn't coming back anytime soon.

My dad was a great guy, he didn't drink alcohol, he didn't smoke, he just had this passion for roosters. Whenever he'd win bets with cockfighting, he'd take home roasted chicken for our family to share. I'd also remember riding his jeepney early in the morning to take Mami to work, then we'd buy spaghetti worth 10 pesos and we'd eat it by making a hole on the corner of the plastic and pushing the spaghetti out of it.

I miss my dad so much...

no matter where life takes me, at the end of the day, i'm still dadi's little girl...

1 comments:

aries_arevalo_ax said...

well... if we have FAITH in the power of God to save souls, then I believe that he is all right, watching us all from above. It is very good that you remember him so fondly...

God bless! :)