how would you feel when you got off from work, go home and get an SMS asking if the news about your dad and aunt is true and you are completely clueless what happened? and when you call his phone, it can't be reached and when you are finally able to talk to one of his companions, you are told that they figured in a terrible vehicular accident and he's gone!!! and what's worse is he passed on together with my tita (her sister who would have turned 80 tomorrow) and my cousin.
for now, words escape me. but let it be written here that EVERY LITTLE THING here in our home in Cebu so reminds me of Daddy and the good memories we have of him. every single thing makes me sad and cry like i'll die. for how can one ever get used to not hearing him say good morning to my little ones anymore. how can one not miss him for always providing what we need and want?! Daddy drives to Mcdo JY or nearby Julie's bakeshop as soon as he wakes up every morning (while everyone else is still asleep) to buy Marti and Zach their favorite hotcakes and bread and drops by a stall in Sudlon to get duha ka sipi nga tundan saging for Zach. he cleans the car as soon as he gets home and watches the morning news. and plays with marti and Zach no matter how tired he is because he wants them to be happy. and butingtings anything in our house. i miss you terribly, Daddy Handyman!
you will never know na, Dy that i was actually happy and proud of you that since you got out of the hospital some weeks ago, you listened to me and never took a single drop of alcohol and you went to see the doctor as i suggested. you tried taking your mind off the alcoholic temptations by making yourself busy with the kids. you spent every single minute with them. little did i know that those precious times with them were your last. that when you said "Mart, Zach, uli sa si Lolo, balik ra dayon ", it will not happen anymore.
it's funny, Dy, that the things that you always remind me to stop doing so I can fully attend to the kids are the same things that somehow make me stop crying (if only for a minute). i just had to blog, facebook and check my emails, Dy.
Mama and I are leaving Cebu tomorrow. we will finally see you but i wish you were alive when we do. how can i stop crying now when you will not be there anymore to fetch us from Butuan?
how does one say goodbye to a father who, inspite of not knowing how to express his love for his children, has always been a good provider? although we had our share of fights and you had your imperfections, you were our biggest protector and we never had to fear when you were around. let me tell you, Dy, you were the best Dad in your own way!
P.S. ay ay Dy, maboang ako! i remember you called Monday after you left Cebu just to check if someone can drive Marti to and from school. i miss you so much, Dy!!!