Dad

Father's Day. I look back at all my post and realized I never dare mention "Dad" in every post that was meant for you. Perhaps because mentioning "Dad" in all of them would only affirm the fact that you are gone. It would only acknowledge the fact that you are no longer around. This time round I want it to be different. I miss you, Dad. My first Father's Day without you. I walked down Gaya Street today and remembered the last time I set my feet upon that place was with you and Grandma. That Caprilla ice cream truck reminded me of how much you just wanted to enjoy your ice cream that day. It felt so different celebrating Father's Day without you. Weird. Even though they say you are listening to every word I am telling you, it doesn't feel that way. It is so hard to not see, hear or touch you anymore; when you are not responding. I am listening to that song I first heard when we both watched that Cantonese drama. You made me laugh so hard. You are humour itself. You never fail to make me laugh whenever you want to. I still laugh to myself when I recalled the silly jokes you make. There is so much I want to tell you, daddy but perhaps it is sufficient now to say that I miss you. A lot. You never left my heart and you never will.