A friend once told me that we celebrate our loved ones’ birthdays in heaven the day they die but for me I count those years since they were born, given an earthly life to pursue.
All these years since I started blogging, I’ve written about Dad usually on his death anniversary and his birthday. It could have been his 104th birthday if he were alive today.
Dad left us one Wednesday night in December 2007. After so many years battling with ESRD (end stage renal disease), I thought we could still spend another Christmas with him despite the hardships we all faced while he had those dialysis sessions twice a week six months before he died. Until now, sometimes I wonder if dialysis is really helpful . They drain your blood and put it back without all the nutrients it has accumulated the past days. Then another session of taking so many medicines so you could gain your strength before the next scheduled dialysis. At his age when he died (he was almost 85), those sessions at the dialysis center kept him weak but we had to do the last recourse because we wanted him to still be around with us.
You know that kind of remembrance where you smile at the thought of those long ago days and you’re sad at the same time because you lost a loved one.
My youngest brother made this photo collage years ago. When dad died, he collated all the photos in his possession and brought home the Kodak Easy Share (digital picture frame) that we shared to family members and friends who came to visit us. Just like me, he is a keeper of memories.
When Multiply closed shop, he copied all the photos I uploaded there and told me that anytime I needed them, he could send them to me.
Wherever you are Dad, happy birthday. Missing you lots.
Dreams And Escapes 
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