Remembering. Always remembering. And it’s like a dull ache that never goes away but just stays somewhere in the recesses of the mind, never forgotten but remembered with joys and pains.
It’s Daddy’s 6th death anniversary today. Every year since I started blogging, I would always write about him during his birthday and his death anniversary. How can you write about the pains of losing someone so loved and cherished in your life? How can you write about someone who taught you the values of living and taught you how to be strong despite all the hardships that life brings? Why do you need to remember and cry in pain? It’s because he will always be a constant presence in my life. The good and lovely memories will get you through somehow and you smile in remembrance of the long-ago days when you needed to hear life’s stories and words of wisdom, things that somehow shaped your views on what life is all about.
If dad were alive today, he’d be 91 years old. If he were alive today, I know he would smile and wonder why I am even writing about him. I know he would smile seeing Nate, his great-grandchild, walk on his own and point to himself and say, “baby, baby”. Yes, Nate has added more words in his vocabulary. I know he would be happy for all of us and would probably say, “there is nothing like a grandchild to put a smile on your face and warmth in your heart”. My children are so lucky having known him as a loving, lovable, affectionate and a caring grandfather. They fondly called him Tatay.
Wherever you are Dad, I know you are looking down on us with an indulgent smile. I offered a prayer for you today. I still miss you after all these years because you hold a special place in my heart.
(note: this is my 1,350th post at WordPress)