My Dad, my Hero!

Growing up, people would always tell me that I look like my dad. I would scream with disagreement and would insist that I look like my mom. As we celebrate his 75th birthday, I look at my dad in awe. I admire his resilience, his faith, his love for family and his diligence.

My dad is eldest son, in a pack of nine. He always played the role of the big brother who had bigger responsibilities compared to all his siblings. Based from all the stories I heard about my dad, he is known for his diligence. He was a fisherman at a young age, thus, he’s a good swimmer! He also sold cigarettes and candies in buses headed to Tagaytay. He worked hard to help the family.

My Daddy is a good daddy! 🙂 He made sure that we have everything we needed and wanted. We went to the best schools and we were able to do what we wanted. He may be stern at times, but he knows when to listen and let things go. All the material stuff we get to enjoy are all because of my dad’s diligence. He worked really hard and made sure that we enjoy life and not worry if we still have money for tomorrow. He taught us the value of money and he was a good example of someone who is prudent. He is a good role model.

My dad is also a true servant of God. He offered his entire life to the Lord. He was a choir member and leader during his younger years. Also, he is always ready to defend our church. He is a man of his word and a man of the Lord. I believe that all of the blessings we received, his health are all products of his strong connection to the Lord. I strongly believe that God bestowed my dad with abundant blessings.

Looking back on how I scream when they say I look like my dad makes me laugh, come to think of I am 1/2 him. Half of me is my dad and that would always play a role in who I am as a person. Sometimes I wonder if I make him proud, because I feel like I don’t deserve him. However, that makes me more thankful because I have him. I am extremely proud of my dad! He is the perfect example of someone who never stopped until he got what he wanted. A man who is very simple and who is happy just being with his family.

I love you daddy.
You will always be my hero.

1/4 of a whole

We were not just friends, we were sisters. We look after each other and celebrate each other.

We all yearn to be loved. There is that fervent desire to be accepted. To be seen for who we really are and be welcomed regardless of our shortcomings. Our families have been our source of security, our homes our safe havens. For being with them allows us to be ourselves. However, once we face the outside world we feel the fear of not knowing who can be second families, who can see past our weirdness.

Looking back, high school can be the best or worst four years of your life. The time when cliques are the norm and finding the right clique can be a challenge or a piece of cake. I remember entering high school with uncertainty since most of my grade school friends have already transferred schools. I was scared that I might be bullied again and I won’t make it alive (exagge). Needless to say, I was not looking forward to high school, I really wasn’t. The school year started well, and I have met the best girls any unsure girl will ever have. I was now looking forward to having more adventure with them, I finally found my second home.

High school ended, another chapter begins, College. I attended college at De La Salle University-Dasmarinas far from where my best friends were, most of them attended the University of Santo Tomas and one of our friends attended the University of the Philippines-Los Banos. It wasn’t easy juggling school and our social lives. It was always a struggle to see each other since we were starting to get a hang of College. Sometimes, we would just go to McDonald’s just so we can catch up with each other. We tried to be creative even if it means seeing each other just for two hours.

You can say that we’ve been through some struggles. From conflicting schedules, to irritating ex-boyfriends, name it we had it. But nothing is more painful when some ties had to end. When someone decides to leave even without saying why. I guess, it’s even more painful when you hear their issues from other people and only to find out that there were too many issues that were just shoved beneath all the smiles and laughs. It wasn’t easy, it was too painful to swallow, but what’s done is done. We could have done better but there were choices made and we just have to live life with those choices. (I will write about this chapter someday. I promise, I will.)

One of my bestfriends and I visited our high school alma mater recently. I must say it was so refreshing to be back home. All the memories started coming back and it was so nice to see the familiar faces, all their smiling faces. I miss walking those corridors, i miss laughing with my friends but its all just memories now. I am happy that I was able to experience it all. I am proud that my bestfriends then are still my bestfriends now.

I am blessed to have met wonderful people. Over the years I can say that I have met a lot of acquaintances and a few struck a nerve and left a mark. Life will never be the same again for me, because I have met the best girls any one can ever have. We were judged but some people but (hell!) we’re still here, together. We were not just friends, we were sisters. We look after each other and celebrate each other. One thing I have learned is that, we all love our individual lives that its easy to let the other shine.

I have added a featured image so you can see my sisters from different mothers.
They are my bestfriends.
I am 1/4 of a whole – Bru Club.