Yesterday was my Dad’s 18th death anniversary,
and I failed to visit his grave. That is so forgetful of me, something that would have made my father disappointed if he’s alive. I went to an exhibit opening yesterday instead of going to Manila Memorial Park :| But I swear if I only remembered and if my mom initiated going to the cemetery, I would have visited his grave. I’ll just pray for him tonight and I know that he’s always by my side and that he will understand. BTW, those photos were taken from one of our visit years ago.
Oh well, this might sound cheesy, but I’m not trying to make up for my mistake through this post. AND if in case you are wondering, my father died when I was just 1 year and 10 month-old; but luckily, I grew up with a stepfather who treated me as his own daughter. He filled what might have been an empty feeling even before it came.
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