1:20 AM - eyes wanting to close but still fully awake.wandering. in denial. confused. sad. angry. alone.
Feb. 27, 1958 the day my father was born.
Nov. 18, 2013 - around 11AM, he was taken away from me.
It was around 07:00 AM (polish time) when I just woke up, switched my phone on. Received loads of messages telling me to call home right away for emergency. I haven't read all the messages yet then I found myself trembling, sobbing, shouting, weeping - emotionally lost and don't know what to do. Then, the next few messages and calls are more devastating.
My dad is dead.
end of the line for me.......i found myself weeping on the carpet floor, with two younger kids with me surprised and hugging me. totally don't understand what's going on. I shouted on the top of my lungs that this isn't true at all...that what I just read is a hoax. That I'm just dreaming...a very bad dream that when I get back to sleep and wake up everything is pretty normal again...that nobody died, and nobody is gone forever.
It was the most painful and saddest day of my life. My daddy left me, and I am left with no choice. I was put in a circumstance where I have to bare the pain where I don't know when it stops.
My dad is dead.
end of the line for me.......i found myself weeping on the carpet floor, with two younger kids with me surprised and hugging me. totally don't understand what's going on. I shouted on the top of my lungs that this isn't true at all...that what I just read is a hoax. That I'm just dreaming...a very bad dream that when I get back to sleep and wake up everything is pretty normal again...that nobody died, and nobody is gone forever.
It was the most painful and saddest day of my life. My daddy left me, and I am left with no choice. I was put in a circumstance where I have to bare the pain where I don't know when it stops.
He died of a motor vehicle accident in our place. Very sad death..untimely and so tragic death.
I feel so bad, devastated, helpless, angry and guilty. I wanted to recall the last conversation with my dad but none of his words registers to my mind nor his voice. How I wish I could have recorded all our conversations so I could listen to it over and over again, but I couldn't recall any. I don't want to call home for I'm afraid I could no longer hear his voice for he usually the one who would answer my calls. I'm totally in denial.
Then, today is his 3rd day away from us all. I am slowly trying to accept and digest everything. I've slept few hours last night, after hours of crying. I have eaten a rather complete meal after talking decently with my mom today without crying. I have packed my luggage for I have a long journey home not for a holiday but to face the reality that my dad can no longer greet me with his 100 watts smile and warm hugs. Instead in a white casket surrounded with flowers. That I don't know how to accept.
Then, today is his 3rd day away from us all. I am slowly trying to accept and digest everything. I've slept few hours last night, after hours of crying. I have eaten a rather complete meal after talking decently with my mom today without crying. I have packed my luggage for I have a long journey home not for a holiday but to face the reality that my dad can no longer greet me with his 100 watts smile and warm hugs. Instead in a white casket surrounded with flowers. That I don't know how to accept.
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| circa 2005 - home Cebu, Philippines |
My dad is a very cheerful man. He always wears a smile. And I'd like to remember him that way. His positive disposition in life, genuine treatment to everyone, hardworking and with a heart who's willing to help and serve.
He's a true person to everyone.
He always reminds us to treat people right and put always a smile for it can make someones day complete despite/inspite the odds.
His laughter is contagious, a silly joker but sympathetic.
He's the sweetest lover I know. He still make breakfast, admire my mum's look and expressive in all ways. They are inseparable with my mom. and that worries me too, for it would be hard for my mom to face the next coming days without dad beside her.
He's a true person to everyone.
He always reminds us to treat people right and put always a smile for it can make someones day complete despite/inspite the odds.
His laughter is contagious, a silly joker but sympathetic.
He's the sweetest lover I know. He still make breakfast, admire my mum's look and expressive in all ways. They are inseparable with my mom. and that worries me too, for it would be hard for my mom to face the next coming days without dad beside her.
A lot of my cousins and friends are envious of my relationship with my dad, for we are really that close. We could easily express to each other what we feel. He never criticized my actions nor my decisions, instead he always encourages me to do my best and that he trusted me with what I would like be doing in life. He never fails to say I love you to everyone especially to my mum, to us his children and now to his grandchildren.
He always find time for you when you need help.
He always find time for you when you need help.
I don't know how to face tomorrow knowing he's no longer there.
I lost my number one fan. My avid supporter of all my achievements.
Nobody would tell me anymore ' Ai, don't forget to pray and look after your health first.' Yes! he's a very prayerful man. A man with faith that can move mountains. I remember every time I feel pain because of some sickness, or that I'm nervous on something, he always put his hand on my head and prayed over me. To assure me that pain & fears will go away soon if you have that faith. I know, it's his assurance that everything will be fine that strengthens me. That reminds me too, that I just have to pray more for strength to face another day without him. That the faith my dad has is one factor I should consider to slowly accept that he's gone.
So soooo sad. It doesn't sink in yet to me that he's no longer here with us. Seriously, I'm still in total denial. Still convincing myself to truly accept...this is just a bad dream, not! this is happening and it happened. We are left with no choice but to fully embrace the pain and move on slowly. In fact, this Saturday 23rd of Nov. would be a long journey home for me. I would be going home not on a holiday but on a trip to face the reality and say goodbye to my dad. Thinking about this makes me sick and tears overflowing like an endless waterfall. It would be hard journey for me. Then, I need to be tough for my mom and two brothers. And honestly, I don't know where I would find that strength.
Someday and somehow I would truly understand and I would fully accept that my dad is nolonger there for me...he's gone forever!
I lost my number one fan. My avid supporter of all my achievements.
Nobody would tell me anymore ' Ai, don't forget to pray and look after your health first.' Yes! he's a very prayerful man. A man with faith that can move mountains. I remember every time I feel pain because of some sickness, or that I'm nervous on something, he always put his hand on my head and prayed over me. To assure me that pain & fears will go away soon if you have that faith. I know, it's his assurance that everything will be fine that strengthens me. That reminds me too, that I just have to pray more for strength to face another day without him. That the faith my dad has is one factor I should consider to slowly accept that he's gone.
So soooo sad. It doesn't sink in yet to me that he's no longer here with us. Seriously, I'm still in total denial. Still convincing myself to truly accept...this is just a bad dream, not! this is happening and it happened. We are left with no choice but to fully embrace the pain and move on slowly. In fact, this Saturday 23rd of Nov. would be a long journey home for me. I would be going home not on a holiday but on a trip to face the reality and say goodbye to my dad. Thinking about this makes me sick and tears overflowing like an endless waterfall. It would be hard journey for me. Then, I need to be tough for my mom and two brothers. And honestly, I don't know where I would find that strength.
Someday and somehow I would truly understand and I would fully accept that my dad is nolonger there for me...he's gone forever!
A friend once told me there's no recipe on healing...it takes time. And with this, I want that time now. If only.
As I end this post today, the words from the book The five people you meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom ' All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time....' it has more meaning to me now.
I may still don't fully digest everything what happened to my dad, but at least slowly I'm trying to accept his untimely death.
I may still don't fully digest everything what happened to my dad, but at least slowly I'm trying to accept his untimely death.
Rest in peace Daddy Rudy. I truly miss you and you will be forever be in our hearts. You left us so soon and I don't know why. I can't question God for this tragedy. Perhaps HE has great reason why. Someday we'll know. Know that you will always be my best friend, my boyfriend and for sure this time you'l; know everything what I wanted to tell you. Please guide me along the way to slowly move on and accepts your death. Even though you can no longer hear this but I want you to know how much I love you so! I know in time we will meet there in your great place in Heaven. Thank you for being a wonderful father to me and to my two brothers. For being there for us when we needed you the most. And for molding me as to who and what I am now today..... A woman with integrity, dignity and a big heart made of gold because you made me that way. If there is still that thing they called the second life, I would still choose you to be my father.
I love you dad and I miss you so much . See you someday there in Heaven.
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| last dance with my father |
- Dance with my father - Luther Vandross
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
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