What are your fondest memories with your Dad? :-)

[NASYO]

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miss you dad..

[xinevirtucio]

when i was born...my dad wasn't there...he was out of the country working...

he missed my birth, which is suppose to be one of the greatest moments who could've experienced.

he missed my very first day in school....

he missed my elementary graduation....

he missed my high school graduation...

he missed my debut....he's supposed to be my first dance...

everytime he comes home, i'm always a year older or so...i am not the same little girl he left behind...

he's always out of the country because he has to work,and eventhough he wanted to see grow,he still chose to leave...

i never took that against him...because i completely understand why...i never grew up blaming him for lost time....

i barely have fond memories of him...but i can remember the song he used to sing to me when he tries to wake me up....he doesn't sing me to sleep...he sings to wake up...the line of the song goes like this "pretty little bird that is sitting on a tree top, pretty little bird that is sitting on a tree top...."and it goes on.

i also remmber the times when i would sit with him outside the house and talk bout anything....

and whenever he's home during my bday or vday...he would place a card on my side table...with a simple greeting from him..and my mom.

but i will never forget his face when he attended my college graduation...my dad is not a man with a thousand words...nor is he expressive of his feelings...but i know..that he was proud of me...

and im glad..he didn't miss it....^^

[whitedevil13]

i don't reli have a memory with my dad coz he died when i was just 6mos young...i didn't even see his face...sad...i only have a memory of him tungod sa mga pix nga gipakita sa akong mom and aunt nako.

[neneng_2c]

u r a lucky bunch, esp u beyee! ur dad is a blessing indeed.

my dad died wen i was 8 & my fondest memory of him was kanang sabakon ko nya while he was reading d newspaper. those times wen i was still learning how 2 read mo apil man pod ko ug basa. it was only now i realize how annoying can dat b coz back den ok ra jud nya. he was always happy to teach me. dats y i love 2 read till now.

i miss him so much!

[beyee]

A GIFT OF A MIRACLE
Crossline - Sun Star Saturday Life Edition
June 19, 2010

When I was growing up, I used to have this notion that miracles only happen to people who are saints or who-would-be-one someday. It’s like a calling from God. Little did I know that a miracle would happen to me.

Last year, I was on my way to Asilo for the feast day of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal. That time, I was half bent on going since my Dad just got out of the hospital from a stroke last October. When I was about to kiss my Dad goodbye, I panicked because he was acting rather odd and was gasping for air. So my uncles and I rushed him back to the hospital.

In the emergency room, I saw my Dad so weak and he looked frail with all the tubes on his body. I answered all the doctor’s queries about his past medical record until I heard a flat line sound which I usually hear from the movies. My heart was racing so fast because it was my first time to see the doctors and nurses rushing to his aid and trying to revive him. I kept asking God to bring my Dad back. Surprisingly, I was a bit calm at that time.

After a couple of minutes, his vital signs went back to normal and I felt relieved. I rushed to my Dad and held his hand so tight and told him, “Don’t do that again Pappy, you scared me.” He just gave out a smile and winked at me. I kept talking to him that everything will be okay and he’ll be coming home that night. I tried to be strong for him and kept smiling but I was so scared that I was going to break down again of what I had just witnessed awhile ago.

While I was talking to him, the nurse sensed that there was something wrong in his vital signs. I was going to ask him something but he let go of my hand. And I heard the daunting flat line sound again. I kept calling him out but he wouldn’t respond anymore. I stepped aside and let the doctors and nurses take care of him. I kept praying that he would be well again like the first time. To my horror, the CPR machine won’t function. They had to change the machines not once but twice. The other machines wouldn’t work just like the other ones. I saw my Dad lifeless and the incessant flat line sound didn’t stop. That was the time I got so scared and shouted at the doctors and nurses to do something. The nurses had to pound his chest to revive him. I was trembling with fear already when I remembered about the feast day of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal. I prayed fervently to the Miraculous Medal to revive my Dad. I told Mama Mary that how much I need him and I wasn’t ready to lose him. That night I can’t recall how many times I’ve pleaded to Mama Mary while I cried unabashedly.

Suddenly the deafening sound stopped and saw the vital signs went back to normal. That was the longest three minutes of my life. I rushed back to my Dad and held his hand so tight, not wanting to let go. I thought I was going to lose him that night.

That night I never stopped thanking Mama Mary and God for giving me two greatest miracles in my life. First I got my Dad back and second, I found my heart to tell him for the first time how much I love him.

Now I’ve realized that you don’t have to be a saint to witness a miracle. It comes in different forms and packages. It can also be in a form of a person. A miracle mirrors God’s eternal Love for us. Last year, I experienced one great miracle when I learned to love my Dad even more. That’s what God wants us to do – that is to love and honor our parents as much as He loves us. Just as a wise man had said, “Where there is great love there are always miracles."




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Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there... and to the single moms who have become "dads" to their children as well

[bbnescia]

waaaaaa makahilak man pud ta ani beyee oi..akoang papa maoy akong enemy sauna pero katong naminyo nako adto ko ka realize nga natabunan ra d i sa akong kalagot ang akong love sa akong papa.katong nabuntis nako gusto jd unta nako nga makakita siya sa akong anak pero a month after sa akong wedding kay wala na siya....mura gipaabot ra jd niya nga makasal ko.if only i could turn back the time and tell him nga love kaayo nako siya.and i missed him soooo much!!! if only....

[beyee]

Thnx nescia.. Bsag ako pagwrite nako ani, nakahilak pod ko k fresh pa kaau sa memory nako paghappen ani. I'm sorry to hear about ur dad nescia.

[ayki]

katong gamay pa ko then siya nalang usa nag take care namo kay akong mama dre naman sa america

[rain|spirit]

kadtong bata pa ko, iyang bukton akong himoong unlan.
kana sang inig abot ni papa from work. motagbo dayon ming mga igsoon sa gawas. managan mi then amen dayon then mangayo dayon peso. hehehe!

[emcentricity]

... From Grade School til High school, he never fails to send me flowers on my birthdays and V-days because according to him, he wanted that he will be the first man to give me flowers before I have my first boyfriend

... but most of all... this one tops my list... when I had my first heartache (my 1st ex broke up with me), my Dad was there beside me and cried with me until I felt so much better... Never did I hear him say, "I told you so..."


aww..... na touch ko

my dad and i always banter and tease each other my mom couldn't stand us. but that's just the way mulambing cya. sukad pag una hantod karon.heehhehe