Happy Father's Day Tay!

i might have the clarin's eyes, the potruded teeth, the angelina jollie pout (conceited)but.....it's not just the looks. it's the fact that i can spend an entire day reading a good book and be fine with it. it's the fact that i love conversations and conversations with spirited debates. it's the fact that i love food and eating out and being adventurous but my father enjoy non-of-the above.


i miss my tatay since i went overseas to work. i miss those days we'll be spending time drinking gin on evenings and spending time chatting about stuff. i miss his wisdom, his infinite patience, how he's a manly man who takes care of all of us. i miss his simplicity, his randomness, his kindness and his quite personality. i missed on being the same as my dad.


my tatay is a dormant hands-on father, but i never felt like i'd been abandoned. my tatay is there througout my growing growing up years, dispensing advice especially when i needed it the most. tatay was always just there—never imposing, never discouraging, but steadily guiding us all the way. he was there for all of my recognition and graduations, and showered me with all the love i needed growing up. on my first official date - grad ball! - he stayed up late waiting for me and gave my date a major grilling.


and of course, let's not discount the fact that my tatay is oh-so-cool -- i wont care if he would actually reads this blog! (and you know what, he's so cool that i don't actually mind that he knows stuff about me!)

So on this day, I want to tell tatay this:

I love you, tatay. I miss you every single day but I’m comforted by the thought that you see me as your success. now that im grown up - you no longer worry when I go home late at night. you no longer feel anxious when I do something which you think is too big for me to handle. you no longer feel frustrated when you ask where I am and I don’t answer back. i know you’ll be delighted to know that I’ve slowly learned to live my life again the way you want me to: joyful, hopeful, even moreso than before.

i might not be the student you everyday ferry to school, not that little brat who would ask you for a peso to pay a visit to the neighborhood store. i might not be the timid little girl who will just cry when disappointed. i am grown up - i am certain that if one day my memory fails me ,, these are the things i know i will be able to save.

i am now a grown up lady. have her own child to rear. but tatay, rest assured - that when times gets too tough, i will always rammage the drawer of the past, to look on how you have managed our family back.


i am blessed to be my father's daughter, and one day, i hope that my daughter will be blessed to have a tatay like mine.

Happy Father's Day to the best Tatay in the world.