It's been 17 long years already but I still miss my father. I call him "papa". I can clearly recall when he was still around. Whenever he gets home from work especially during weekends, I would always snuggle up beside him. I would then pluck his grey hair or beard while he was telling me stories. He'd always ask about what's going on in school and I can positively tell by his remarks how proud he was of me. He would beam with pride and that just makes me feel great about myself. Those are among my most precious childhood days.
I wonder though, why at times the aching to sit next to my father is so palpable that I couldn't help but shed tear. I remember an instance when I couldn't stand looking at the photos being shown at our church that manifest a father-daughter relationship. I just had to get out because I couldn't suppress my emotion. I know it is impossible for me to see him again in this side of the planet, but he just left so much void in my heart and I know I will never forget him. I thank God for letting me experience what it's like to have a wonderful father even for a brief period. I am still grateful for I learned that even if I'm without an earthly father, I have a perfect Father in heaven who will never leave me.
I wonder though, why at times the aching to sit next to my father is so palpable that I couldn't help but shed tear. I remember an instance when I couldn't stand looking at the photos being shown at our church that manifest a father-daughter relationship. I just had to get out because I couldn't suppress my emotion. I know it is impossible for me to see him again in this side of the planet, but he just left so much void in my heart and I know I will never forget him. I thank God for letting me experience what it's like to have a wonderful father even for a brief period. I am still grateful for I learned that even if I'm without an earthly father, I have a perfect Father in heaven who will never leave me.
