Happy Father's Day in Advance To My Dad Wherever You Are

The second time I will be greeting you a Happy Father's Day is here on a social media where I am happily dwelling now. The first time I have greeted you was when I was 9 years old. A few months after you died.

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My father had a motor accident during the time I was celebrating my 9th birthday. Internal hemorrhage making him in a comatose state. The following day, he died.

Everytime I celebrated my birthdays ever since that day, it was a commemoration of his horrible accident and the next day would always be his death anniversary.

This is the story of my father in his peak of his life and his demise.

This photo was taken when I was 8 years old. A very important moment in my life as a Christian. My First Holy Communion. This is the one and only photo that we have being together. Let this platform engrave this memory in the depths of the steem blockchain.

I have vivid memories when we were together. Why? Because it was just a few. A few moments we shared. But very special ones. And will carry these memories until the day God will also take my soul to His hands to be with Him for eternity.

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I haven't shared this part of my life with my bestfriends. They would just assume somehow growing up without a father has made me a bit effeminate in all my ways. My father went abroad and seek for greener pastures when I was still in my mother's womb. I can portray my father to be the bad guy here in my piece but for the respect of his soul, I just want to share the vital ones.

My dad and my mom were still in contact thru love letters being exchanged through the snail mail before I was born. Until after 6 months their communication stopped, my dad didn't reply already from the last letter that my mom sent. From Saudi Arabia, he went to the United States of America. He didn't even have the effort communicating to my mom asking how she was. And there he started to live a new life for him forgetting his family back here in the Philippines. There was no such thing as CENOMAR so everything he does being single is so easy. His girlfriends even made the effort of contacting my mother asking for my father's hand. (Handsome guy right? Hahaha)

Fast forward

"Ma? Where is Papa?" At last I have uttered.

Growing up without a dad is not really a big deal for me because my mom is a very hard-working person. She takes all opportunities that she can grab to earn a living for us both. Me and my mom with the rest of her siblings asking for her support as an elder sister to all of them. A responsible sister and a single parent indeed. I salute every single parent we have in the world

My mom simply respond from my question, "Papa is there in the States working to buy lots of ice cream for you"

Unselfish on her part not for me to bear any ounce of hatred towards my dad for leaving and forgetting us like that.

On the other hand, on the other part of the world, he was literally lying in a pile of money scattered on his bed. Yes, for some reason the worst thing you could possibly think of to have easy money in a snap will give you a hint what he is being involved with, we are all free to think of that you thought it was.

Some good things never last, even the bad ones.

He was sent back here in the Philippines for the most obvious reasons he was caught by the Federal Bureau. He was deported. Everything that he had was taken from him. So he went back here in the Philippines only with his clothes on. Not even a single dime for my ice cream that my mom use to tell me and let me believe all along.

Fast forward

"Pa, why is it that it took you so long for you to work hard to earn money for my ice cream?"

Inside the non-airconditioned bus from Batangas going to Alabang, Muntinlupa. I asked that question for my inquisitive self to be satisfied at last through those long years I have somehow waited for him.

He just simply answered with what my feeble kid-like mind would comprehend,

Because I wanted more things to buy you rather than ice cream alone.

I was touched with I thought the most sincere answer. I have taken all those silly explanations because for me,

he is here hugging me and that's all that matters.

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It was the happiest days of my life as far as I could remember, we would go to malls with the three of us with my mom and dad being so sweet together. I would even cling to his left or right arm and elevate myself and just hold on while he walks. I would even sit on his shoulder while all three of us pass by the streets of anywhere we could go. A total show of strength and security for his family, love, care, and totally making my mom really happy since she never been out with any guy after my father left. (And even after he died until now)

God, my tears are flowing but I try to be strong and should never get distracted from my emotions as I try to write this memorable part in my life.

I even forgot everything's going on this photo taken during my first communion. All I thought of is I am happy! I was proud to tell my classmates I already have my dad with me and ready to defend me if I get bullied again in school.

The present time

I love you Papa, aren't we enough in your life that you still needed to go back to "your old ways" not to choose your loving family to totally change your life this time?

This is what I thought now. This is what I wanted to tell him in exclamatory manner.

At this point in my life I was able to look back and linger on the happy moments I had with my dad.

My 9th Birthday

Ma, why is it Papa couldn't go with us here in our home to celebrate my first ever birthday being with him?

"I don't know", she replied.
(Probably she couldn't tell me now he will again look for money to buy ice cream for me.)

The real score? Because he loves methampethamine more than he loves his family. I'm not solved with the explanations of my relatives that my dad will choose other things rather than his own blood's first ever birthday he will attend to. I know how powerful drugs can manipulate the sane minds of people once you started doing it.

Look at how drugs can ruin lives of the many people around you, family, relationship and even your own life.

Wherever you are now my father? Rest in peace. Because I still treat you with respect and still shown me how much you love us even at the last days of your life.

And as what I have said, I do love you.

Let this blog be a proof of the closure I have wanted to have with you.

I have ESP but I can barely recognize your presence. As I long for it.

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Thanks to the contest of @reginecruz, it triggered me to create this masterpiece.
@curie I hope this will reach your sight to at least check it out.
@ohana @steemitfamilyph @steemitpowerupph

@teardrops the tears now have a value!
Will always support all programsof Terry and all my voted witnesses.

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Cherish all the precious moments you have with your father.

Photos are mine originally taken by Kodak Ektra. And developed by Kodak. Shot using MyPhone A7 DTV.