My tatay was a loving father. I remember very vividly the
things that he did to me, for me, with me, when I was a little boy until
I was all grown up. Thinking about him and all the things that we
shared always makes me miss him terribly. And, I get emotional and I
start to cry. Just like now. I miss him as I think about him. I’m 65
years old, missing my father who is now in heaven, and crying quietly
like a little boy.
Thinking about all the things he did for me makes me feel
guilty too, because I feel that I was never able to give him or show him
in return the kind of love, care, and affection that he generously
showered me with.
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