Never too late

Yeah. Its never gonna be too late. I didnt have the chance to linger on my thoughts because im too preoccupied with work lately. I need to catch up because first, i slacked off for being absent from work for a week because of my left kidney. Demet. Im not the regular alcoholic drinker and yet my kidney's over-reacting. Second, i got bills coming in and plans going on in my mind. So, money never really sleeps. Hehe. And lastly, my mom's got something new to boot. Im not gonna elaborate on that, because this blog's gonna be about the best man in my life, and probably, the best man in my mom's life and heck, the best man in everybody's life in our family. (labo.)

Papa.

4 years. Yes. 4 years. How's that? Time heals all wounds, that's what they say. I say, am I diabetic? 'Cause my wound never seems to heal.

I always remember my father. The way he showered us with his undying love. I watch tv and i see fathers abusing their children. I remember my Papa, fanning us all throughout the night whenever brown out strikes. He gladly watches us sleep while thunderstorms do their thing on a very cold, and rainy night.

I walk my way, passing through kids who barely eat. Memories of Papa will come rushing through. How he taught me to eat extra ordinary food and how to eat those satisfactorily. How he opens oyster shells and clams for me. How he breaks crab claws for me and how he gets the insides of bulalo, placing it on a spoon, ready for my mouth to take.

Realizing not all kids get the chance to go to school, and i reminisced how my Papa would ask if I my Mama already gave us money as baon, and he'd hold our hands with something extra for us to buy whatever we want to buy in school aside from buying ourselves something for us to eat. Reminisced how he surprised us by giving us our first cellphones all together in one shot when i was still a freshman in high school and my siblings still in elementary. Remembered how my classmates would commute or walk under the heat of the sun after a very hot Sunday afternoon after ROTC, while I remember seeing my Papa in his usual parking space just outside the university. Yeah, waiting to fetch me. Not to mention the effort of bringing me back to and fro whenever I have long gaps in between of my dismissal and P.E. class. Pampered much. I can say. Spoiled to those who sees these are not necessary.

But envy me/us all you want. Because we got the best man that there can ever be. And now, how I wish I could return the pampering Pa!

I still miss you, Papa. And I promise you, I'll go places, with the whole family. Was just hoping you were with us. I miss you big time. I guess everyone else does.