Friday, February 12, 2010

Letter for Pops

Dear Pops,

It's been a while already since I last saw you. Three years had pass but still I can't seem to let go. You died last February 12 2008 due to heart attack. I am on my 3rd year in college that time. I will never forget that very last moment I saw you in flesh. During your last day, I was in Novaliches with my schoolmates the whole day because we are working on our thesis project. I arrive in the hospital that night to give you a visit. You seem to be fine that night. Mom told me that earlier that day you were visited by my sisters and your favorite grandson. You asked me to stay that night but I opted not to because I'm scared. If I only knew that it was your last night, I would have stayed. I miss you more as time passes by. The idea of not having a dad in the house is such a pain.

A lot of questions still lingers my mind, like what would've been your words for me when you saw me in the stage accepting my diploma. Would you be happy with my work right now? How would you react when you found out about mom's condition? I know we can't bring back the time anymore pops but I wish I could. You've been nothing but a good father to us and a good provider as well. I only have good words to describe how amazing you are as a person and a friend. I know that your watching us pops, you should be. You should see how we get stronger as time flies by. How we became more closer as days pass by. You should see how mom longed for your arms, wishing she could embrace you again. You should see the pain you gave her when you left, she misses you so badly.

Today we celebrate the day you come to heaven, I know you are with our creator right now. I hope your doing fine up there and I'm sure you are. I know time till sure come that I will see you again. I've said this before and I will say this to you again, I promise you that I will do my very best to keep our family intact. I'll make sure to make them smile especially mom. I'll protect them from any harm and I promise to be a better person. I promise you that pops, I promise.

I miss you so much!

Your Son,
Jhay

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