Before we slept last night, my children kissed my father good night and suddenly I realized how time flew so fast...I looked at my Dad, on his face I saw the traces of his true age with few wrinkles, sagging loose upper eyelids and graying eyebrows & hair (but he never got receeding hairline!). His strong hands showed proofs of his hardwork & sacrifices. From an early age (as he told me in his stories) he had proven his self reliance and he taught himself to be responsible and dependable. During my childhood, I witnessed his passion for his work as an architect. He spent sleepless nights in drawing and finalizing the blueprints of his projects. I was so proud of him because I knew that he was really good in the field of architectural works...in fact he received numerous awards which merit his excellent achievements in the Public works Department of the Subic U.S. Naval Base. But I couldn't recall praising him for his accomplishments. I didn't hear myself telling him how greatful I was for having a talented father!
What clearly stayed in my memory was how wonderful my father was. He was a good provider...I knew that he gave everything in his pay slip to my mom. He could live contentedly on a meager allowance in his pocket...sometimes he was even able to save some for our weekend movies. I believe that my mom couldn't ask for anything more...I often heard her say how lucky she was to have a husband like my dad, for her he was a perfect husband!
My father never asked for praises nor recognition for all the sacrifices and good things he had done for his family. I saw how protective and caring he was...how he put our needs first before his.For him, it was so corny to receive cards or gifts for special occasions because by just being together (the three of us!)no matter how simple we celebrated such special events, was enough for him and could make him happy already.
I probably got his trait, his being less vocal...but somehow I am different because I "pour" everything that I feel or want to say into writing...I could tell how much I love my parents and how much they mean to me through cards and letters. I wonder if dad ever read my sentimental notes for him. I just hope he did!
I instantly kissed him goodnight, too! I wanted to say I love you (while his hearing acuity is still good!) to let him know that I really do! We are both persons of few words...but I need to say these important words before it's too late!
So, Dad, I love you very much...nothing could measure the affection that I have for you (and MOm). I am so thankful that you were the one given by God to be my father! Happy Father's Day, Dad....
