being along here at home is hard.
a lot of times, i still here news about mommy crying everyday.
we miss you dad.
after taking a shower, i saw my ring in the bathroom, i remember how you'd always keep it everytime i left it there.
since that time, all i see in the house reminded me of you again.
it seemed so sudden, these things. before we knew it, you were gone.
your bible is still here.
your mug, i am using now.
your digital watch, without a strap, your swiss army knife, the one you use to slice your med in half.
and your work, the british scepter and the american birthright, your life's work.
if only i could do something about it, something you really wanted to do with it.
the only thing i can think of is hard binding it. making it look like a real book, sold in the bookstore.
would you have wanted the world to read it? to know of it? how could i do that?
i hope god blesses me with the answers, dad.
we always remember and miss you dad.
everyday.
i love you.
treated dad @ Starbucks Bonifacio High Street after attending service
later that night, Dad and John stayed at my place in Makati.
