Thursday, June 17, 2010

Happy Father's Day

It is our dear dad's day on Sunday and I'll just probably pop my Papa a message (response not required but it will be highly appreciated).  

I didn't grow up with my dad.  When Mama went abroad to work, my siblings and I were left in the care of our aunts and grandparents.  I don't know exactly what happened why such a set-up came about, all I know is that I would rush to my aunt's house across the street if I have a feeling that Papa will arrive with some goodies for us... I was almost always lucky about my gut feeling.  When I turned 9, there's no more bags of goodies and no more Papa to wait.  I saw him again during my sister's college graduation.  After 10 long years, I was able to hug him again.  I remember whenever I get sick he would buy me a burger as my medicine, he would cook simple but delicious meals, tell funny stories and play with us until we get tired and fall asleep.  Those were the days.  I don't have ill feelings about his absence when we were growing up, I just miss and love him more than caring about what happened in the past.

Lance, like me when I was a child, would anxiously run towards the door while calling his Daddy... he isn't lucky as I was.  Mama never witnessed our longing for Papa but nevertheless, I know she was hurting.   Now that I am seeing my son acting the way I did when I was a kid is something that breaks my heart again and again.  So now I am thinking (asking): Is it better to have a dead father than knowing he is alive but you will never get to see him? 

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