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Tuesday, June 9, 2009, 9:09 PM l 7 comments

In a week, it’s already father’s day, it makes me remember how my dad took good care of my brothers and me. So there’s this incident that taught me to be a stronger person though it has been 4 years and it is ever the hardest thing that I ever dealt with. It is when my father passed away.



It was May 28, 2004 when my father was rushed to Cardinal Santos Medical Center for he suffered from choking which afterwards disabled oxygen to enter into his brain as a result it led to comatose. The doctors then told us that it was already not possible for him to return his normal state. From that day forward, tears would well up in my eyes whenever I was alone. I worried about him while trying to deal with the pressure of studying. I knew at this point that things were possible – he could either live longer or leave me forever.

It made me remember all the hardship that he has been through when he was growing up. He would always tell that if ever we get successful we must never forget where came from. Actually, my dad was never born rich, he study and work at the same time so he could sustain an education for his sister. He had this opportunity after he graduate which was to work on a business which was own by my grandfathers. So everything worked up well and he ended up having his own business. He even told us that because of the business he was able to travel out of the country and meet my mom, which he dubs as the “most beautiful girl in the whole world.” Good thing is that my mom chose my dad out of all those boys who’s courting my her.

I witnessed how he battled with his condition even if he could not talk nor move anymore, he was very courageous for he tried to overcome all the pain and hardships he had gone through. I witnessed all of these in the last ten months of his life. I was also thankful because we had the chance to spend one more time with him at home. Just a few days before my 12th birthday, he was rushed once again to the hospital for he had a blood infection. I could hardly suppress my tears upon seeing him that way, I knew he was dying. At that moment, I told him how much I love him and hugged him tightly. I pleaded with him to hold on, but God had a plan and took my father to heaven.



There are always good and bad things that happen in our lives and sometimes we don’t realize the lessons that we have learned from these experiences. We just complain and complain why these things always happen to us. Therefore, through this experience, I realized that when you lose someone you love, you could either choose the wrong path and so because of this, we often become miserable. Though recovering is a slow and is a difficult process, I look at the positive side. I gave my full trust to god because I know that like my dad, he wants me to become a stronger and more mature person.

I love you!