FAREWELL

One late afternoon, I came home with my mother smiling at me, then I grab her hand to pay respect. I entered our house and found everything different, it is then that I realized my father has gone, gone in the sense that he joined his Creator. How I miss my father, who I considered my best friend, as someone who was always there for me and for the whole family.

When my father was alive, we, together with my sister and mother are living in a life of joy since he was our guide and that is to say the he was able to guide us in the right path. Though life is sometimes hard for us, we were able not to feel such hardship as he provided us so well even to the point that he incurred lots of credit to various government agencies. What I admired most of my father is his complacency with all the things that came to our family…. to decide even in times of extreme pressure. His professional life is also a thing that I want to emulate since as a government employee, he was able to lead a life with dignity and profound humility.

The life of my father can be said as one that is full of mishaps but one that is exciting to live. He was orphaned at the age of three with his two siblings. They were taken cared of by their aunt who was incapable of raring them in a good way so my father was forced to work at an early age. However, I can say that my father is also one that good fortunes come or should I say that it is through his hardwork that he was able to have everything that he has. With all these, I truly admired my father.

November, 2011, I woke up and found my father unable to stand by his own. I then realized that he suffered complete paralysis. From then on, we took cared of him to the best of our abilities. Then 3 days before his death, he stopped eating and drinking to the point that he was already thin and was unable to speak. December 16, 2011, I attended our company Christmas party but I left soon so that I can spend time with him and because there was something in me that dictates I should be with my father. Comes the morning of December 17, my father left us with silence and peace. I tried not to cry, but I have proven that it was instinct that dictates me to cry. Back then, I felt alone staring at my father’s body. Questions came my mind……. What now?...... what will happen to us……but reminiscing the life that he has …… I found my self thanking him

To my father……… thank you….. and till we meet again.