I don’t know if it’s just the rainy weather that brought the cold breeze or the Holiday Season is truly just around the corner. I still can’t believe how 2006 swiftly passed by. I can’t help but think about the memories of late 2005 and how I longed for the New Year, the 10th of January 2006 to make it more specific.
My Father was based in Cebu and was booked to fly here in Angeles that day for a court hearing and to spend a few days with my mum and I. Unfortunately, he did not make it. He had a heart attack and passed away on the 24th of December 2005. What a shocking way to celebrate Christmas Eve. And I can’t believe that it’s almost a year now.
My parents separated when I was in third year high school. I was a daddy’s girl. It was hard. My father settled down in Cebu with a new partner and a kid of their own who is now four years old. I seldom get the chance to visit him but when I do, we make sure that we make the most out of it.
My Father wasn’t into celebrating Christmas, but we still did for my sake. Few years before he passed away, it might have been the time of the year he hate the most. He has gone through financial difficulties and I think it’s during this time that he felt he has nothing to give. Which makes me think, depression might have been the cause of his death.
I’ve been very busy last December - school works, hanging out with friends and running errands all at the same time. But I never failed to communicate with my father. I always wanted him to know how much I loved him and how I was looking forward to seeing him soon. He did the same, but with depressing stories to share which I hated to hear.
As much as I wanted to enjoy the spirit of Christmas, I knew that my father somewhere on the other end of this country couldn’t and wouldn’t do so. And as much as I hate to share the same sentiments, I couldn’t help it because we are connected.
And so it is quite a relief this year. He is now resting. He would not experience the sorrows of this season. I just hope and pray that he is peaceful and happy wherever he is right now.
My Father was based in Cebu and was booked to fly here in Angeles that day for a court hearing and to spend a few days with my mum and I. Unfortunately, he did not make it. He had a heart attack and passed away on the 24th of December 2005. What a shocking way to celebrate Christmas Eve. And I can’t believe that it’s almost a year now.
My parents separated when I was in third year high school. I was a daddy’s girl. It was hard. My father settled down in Cebu with a new partner and a kid of their own who is now four years old. I seldom get the chance to visit him but when I do, we make sure that we make the most out of it.
My Father wasn’t into celebrating Christmas, but we still did for my sake. Few years before he passed away, it might have been the time of the year he hate the most. He has gone through financial difficulties and I think it’s during this time that he felt he has nothing to give. Which makes me think, depression might have been the cause of his death.
I’ve been very busy last December - school works, hanging out with friends and running errands all at the same time. But I never failed to communicate with my father. I always wanted him to know how much I loved him and how I was looking forward to seeing him soon. He did the same, but with depressing stories to share which I hated to hear.
As much as I wanted to enjoy the spirit of Christmas, I knew that my father somewhere on the other end of this country couldn’t and wouldn’t do so. And as much as I hate to share the same sentiments, I couldn’t help it because we are connected.
And so it is quite a relief this year. He is now resting. He would not experience the sorrows of this season. I just hope and pray that he is peaceful and happy wherever he is right now.
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