I am reposting this entry I wrote several years ago. Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you much!

Sunday, June 19, 2005

THANK YOU, DAD

Today is Father's Day, all over the world. Though I
wasn't able to speak to my dad, I sent him an sms and
was actually chatting with him (and my mom) last
night, and was even able to 'see' him & say goodnight.

I went to church today, and the service was all about
Fathers. I was remembering my dad so much, and so many
parts of the word brought tears to my eyes. I miss my
dad. I can never get used to being thousands of miles
away, no matter how much time has passed. My heart
will always long for home. And it's my mom and dad I
miss most of all.

Indeed how blessed I am for being born into my family,
for having parents such as mine. I grew up
priviledged, and had a happy childhood. How I was
brought up is something I'm very proud of, because it
has given me character, which has proven to be most
useful, now that I'm far from my family. I sometimes
watch other people, and wonder. What could have
happened to them in their life that made them the way
they are?

I know I am the way I am because I grew up this way. I
have parents who love each other, and who are actually
good friends. Till today, I see them still so
connected to each other. They are each others'
partner. They still kiss and they cuddle. They are
true-blue foodies, enjoying new places as much as
their old faithfuls. They watch movies together, go
gimmick together. They sing together. They dance
together. I love watching them dance, having fun and
being happy together.

I have my dad to thank for this and a lot more. My
dad, who works hard from morning till night to finish
jobs he has set out to do. When I was growing up, even
if he had to stay late at the office, he made sure we
still spent quality time. I grew up going to the beach
every summer (and christmas), Caliraya almost every
weekend in the summer, the zoo, the parks, the movies, the plays,
the shows (Holiday on Ice every single year -- even until
now!!!)

My dad who is everyone's dad, even my cousins, they
seek his advice and find comfort in his wisdom. My dad
who is the mediator in family disputes, whose counsell
everyone trusts. My dad who loves his employees, who
is good to their families.

My dad who is always wanting the best for his
children, giving even when it hurts. My dad who has
supported me and my (in)decisions, not always happy
with the choices I've made, but has given me my own
space, and allowed me room to grow and and make my own
mistakes and learn from them.

My dad is a good provider. He is a good son, and
brother, and husband. My dad is the best dad, not only
because he is MY dad, but because it is true. Anyone
who has met my dad can attest this.

My dad who is ever affectionate, always hugging and
kissing. My dad who so openly expresses his love for
his family. Who never fails to tell me how much he loves me,
misses me and how he wishes he could hug me right now.

I know for a fact that my dad is a rare breed, and I
could search the world over and never find anyone who
can quite compare to him. No man can ever replace
what my dad is to me. Ever.

Thank you, Dad, for all that you have done and are
continuing to do for us, your family. You know I would
never be where I am if not for you, and I would never
be who I am without your wisdom, support, guidance
and love. For having you as my dad, I am truly
blessed. I love you, Daddy! Happy Father's Day.

"In the childhood memories of every good cook, there's a large kitchen, a warm stove, a simmering pot and a MOM."
~ Barbara Costikyan

For my Mom, who will drop everything, cancel everything, and be with me...whenever, wherever I need her...who has me covered in prayers that the Lord cover and protect me with His precious blood...that my life be always filled with His blessings and favour...for my Mom who so lovingly sends me packages filled with all my favourite things, through the post...who will always take the time to patiently teach me and share with me recipes only she knows by heart...for my Mom, who can dry my tears down the telephone...for her wisdom, and her love, and for "loving who I love"...I am forever grateful.

Thank you for my childhood.

Thank you for my life.

Thank you for a life filled with memories to see me through.

Thank you for making me feel that nothing is worth more than having me home...and for making my every homecoming the highlight of your year.

Thank you for my "hero's welcome" year after year after year.

Thank you for making me feel wanted, precious, irreplaceable.


Of all the Mothers in the world, how wonderful that you are mine.

I love you, Mom, and I miss you everyday. Happy Mother's Day.

Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon


It took a while before I could share this. This here, is a pastel portrait of my niece, Angelie Fellici. Born at 6 1/2 months old, on the 1st of January, 2009.

Our little Angelie went back home to be with Jesus after 17 short days, all of which she fought her hardest to survive the tubes and needles inserted into her tiny body. My mom said she never once cried or complained, she just took it all, as if saying, "look, I can do it!". Just before she passed, she was breathing on her own, unsupported by machines, willing to live. In the final moments, she suddenly smiled, as if she was seeing something so wonderful, or seeing someone whom she knew loved her. Angelie's life was physically hard, and painful, and to this day I often wonder, what was the whole point? I've known other babies born premature to survive. Why not our Angelie??? No one, especially babies, should ever have to suffer like that.

But, the Lord has reasons, and His ways are indeed higher than ours. I may not understand all that has happened, but I know that Geli's life had purpose. She is now looking down on us from Heaven, dancing in streets of gold. I cry at never having had the chance to know her, touch her or hold her. I can only hope she knows have very much she was loved and wanted...and that we will finally meet, someday, in Heaven.

Angelie was buried on the 18th of January, the saddest birthday of my life. My birthday will never mean the same again.

Anyone who has ever 'loved and lost' will definitely relate to this. Heartwarming. I love it!