This coming monday (July 27) is my Dad's first year death anniversary..I can't believe it's been a year. I actually think of Papa a lot...
My Father has always been strict not only with me but with everyone...he provided us with discipline that we required and needed, his commands are always the law and everyone is scared of him.but he was always fair and just. throughout the years we have had our share of disagreements, the typical arguments about curfews, partying, piercings, having a boyfriend or even petty things like my eyebrows or presidential candidates..hehe...still my fear and respect of him, provided me a perspective that my actions would acquire negative consequences. disappointing my dad was not an option. He was a very caring and compassionate man, a supportive father..He was also never vocal about his feelings..I never heard him said I love you but I know in my heart that he loves us more than anyone in the world does.
I love my Papa so much and I regret not being able to tell him so...the last time I talked to him was on the phone he was in the hospital being treated with fungal infection in the lungs, all I said to him was that he should relax and that he was going to be well but after a few days he was in the ICU, the doctors misdiagnosed him, he has cancer and they never treated him for it. I wasn't there when he died, I wasn't able to go home on time.
me,my papa and his friends on my 18th birthday
I want to thank my papa for being always there for us, for loving us unconditionally, for sharing everything that he has, for providing us with memories and everything that we need to survive his absence..there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him, I know he is in better place now and someday I know we will be together in heaven but till then I will miss him with all my heart.