On May 11 marks my father’s death anniversary, I am not sure what we are going to do, I may go to the church for prayer service during mass. It has been 23 years since he died and I still could not forget the night he was gone. I so long to visit him at the hospital but they said 9 years old or younger are not allowed in the hospitals.
When my sister arrived from the hospital, she cried. I knew then what happened because even before she arrived, I already have premonitions. I was eating my dinner in a distant relative when suddenly I saw a scene, they were crying so hard and I saw some rushing then all of a sudden I screamed so hard that was the time I called my Dad!
My grand mother came in rushing to the kitchen, she asked me what happened. I could not even say a word to her; I looked at her so distant. I didn’t answer her. All I could utter at that time was my Dad.
During the last mass, when the priest asked us to gather in front of his casket, I saw my sisters crying. When I looked the people at my back, I saw my Dad; he was looking at himself inside the casket. He looked at me so sad, I know he was not ready to leave us yet, I know he wanted to comfort us right at that very moment.
To my Dad, we always missed you, even though how many years had passed that you were gone, we never forget you. Thank you for the care and the love that you showed us, you are always in our heart.