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Growing up, old & beyond with Papa’s Love

15 Jun

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Pardon if I go extra mushy today. I realize my gift of freakingly accurate rememberance is somehow compromised lately due to either old age, new ideas, taking in fresh concepts, details of new experiences and processing them to make sense on future dealings ( i.e Expanding Muiltiverse).

The need to document the lessons learned and awesomest memories, especially those from my father, who we physically lost last 2008) seem imminent so I will need to go back and forth to this post for updates and stories behind those lessons.

Lessons Learned from Papa:

Reconciling the JOMO (Joy Of Missing Out) with YOLO
Silence when Sober
Alcohol helps dillute the Pain
The  rationale of discipline by the Belt
Enjoying Photography
Formal Outside, Kooky Inside
Chilling Out
Sense of Entitlement – A legit sense of spoiling as a reward or punishment
Freedom and Limits
Religion and Spirituality

Just reaffirming how I love and truly miss Papa – while I’m having tons fun now, can’t wait for the day we’ll get to catch up again IN PERSON.

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To All the Fathers out there, Biological or Functional (The Single Moms, The Breadwinners, The Decision Makers), hats off to you all ūüôā

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An Epilogue to my Father’s Life

7 Jul

A few weeks back I posted a very  a very EMO blog dedicated to my father:

He died a few hours ago.  This is the last good picture we have together, before I left for Dubai.

The past few weeks had been really hard for him so I’m trying to see his death as a final comfort.

May you rest in peace, Papa.¬† You’ll always be part of¬†my every joy¬†for the rest of my days.¬† Love you.

Happy Father’s Day, PAPA!

15 Jun

I have learned a lot from you, though your method of teaching is hmmn, not so traditional.

It has been painful for you to walk for a few years now so your moving around activities are limited to the house, sitting on your chair in front of it and going to and from the neighborhood store.¬† You’re¬†turning 77 this July.¬† Your elder sister died a few weeks ago.

You’ve been ill a couple of days back and had difficulties getting up from bed.¬† Now they say you can barely hear and people yell at you by default for you to be able to understand what they’re saying.¬† This is freaking me out so I have to go do this.¬† I hope you appreciate it.

A few months ago, I went and asked you that if your life had been different, what would you see yourself doing other than this life you have now?

You have a ready, curt no-nonsense, four-letter word answer that I refuse to share with everybody – it’s mine!

Looking at it now, I should have apologized for laughing my ass of out of what you said.  I am sorry.  I did not understand then.  I do now.

Your life had been a series of challenges since you were young and without a good pair of parents (be it their fault or not) that might have made your life easier.¬† That’s no excuse to get deep into a series of alcohol-induced stupor.¬† Adolescence, even adulthood did not offer additional comfort and or has even made you used to uhmm…well…what you’re used to.¬† Then comes your fairy-tale wedding.¬† Eventually it grew to a family.¬† I just happened to be on that unit. This marriage and family grew.

At times I think I thirst for what might have been (and since you’re still alive – this could very well improve – I can hope, right?) our interactions because I am often told I’ve always been your favorite.¬† I have no blame but gratitude and the ever constant need & compulsion to take care of you.

But since I’m miles away (and you can’t hear me on the phone or even on the webcam), let me tell you this:

As you have always done alone since you were young, keep taking care of yourself.

And oh, I LOVE YOU.

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