Today would have been the 74th birthday of my father. And so I write this letter for him.
Dear Tay,
It has been 8 years since you left us.The wound in my heart because of losing you had healed but the scar will be there forever. Just when I thought the pain will go away in time, I am wrong. Because every time I think of you, I wish you are still here. It always pinch my heart knowing we can never be with you. That you can never see your apos who all got your chinito eyes. I am so sure if you are just here now, you will tell everyone how cute your apos are.
I can still hear your seemingly endless laughter whenever Nanay got pikon when she's always talo in your tong its suksukan game. And whenever I hear "matudnila" in radio, it reminded me of you because it was your favorite past time back at home. I cannot forget the day when I burst into tears and tell you how much I love you. How much I care for you and do everything I can so you'll feel better. And I thank God for letting me do that before you left us.