A Tribute to Papa

June 20, 2021

I had difficulty sleeping on Saturday night so I drafted an article to pay tribute to my papa. But then sleep caught up with me and I was not able to finish it in time to publish early on Father’s Day.

I first logged in to read.cash when I sat down this afternoon to finish writing my article, yes afternoon as its church first thing in the morning for our Sundays, and found out that there are several articles about Father’s day already that were being published. And it got me reading one article after another.

I feel so blessed after reading @Jane’s My Father was a Monster and @leejhen’s Father’s Love.

Like @Bloghound, my father left us for heaven more than 20 years ago. But by then I was already married and have felt his love in my 25 years for existence here in this world.

You see, I was papa’s little girl. My mom is the strict one. If she is angry with me, I always run to my father for comfort.

I always experience adventures when I am with my father. One time he brought me to his work place. My father was an aircraft mechanic for private planes here in Cebu and it was there that I was able to ride an airplane for the first time. Though not a flying airplane but as a child it was a moment to be proud of.

My father drives a motorcycle. He always placed me in front when he brings me for a ride.

Although I am a papa’s girl but I also experienced his lashing too. But this happened only one time when I was still in elementary. He always picked me and my siblings from school. But when he got there I was nowhere to be found. My school is a private school that has a church beside it. I went inside the church when the mass started and fell asleep. My father was so frantic looking for me. He even went inside the church but since there were a lot of people inside, he didn’t find me. It was only when I suddenly woke up and found that it was dark outside that I ran to where my father was supposed to pick me up but he was no longer there and my siblings as well. I cried and cried but I was staying put in that same pick up place. A few minutes later, he arrived so angry that when we reached home he told me to kneel down and start whipping at me. After several lashings he told me to get up and change for dinner.  I ran straight to my mother but she just asked me if I understood why my father whipped me. All I can do is nod. Then she asked me if was it very painful and I said no. You see, I always wear shorts underneath my uniform. So the lashing was not that painful. But I learned my lesson well. And I know that my papa loves me much.

I always stay behind with my father if he is watching a TV show. One time he was watching a horror movie, he told me to go up to sleep in our room but I was afraid to go up on my own. So he carried me upstairs and waited for me to sleep before he went back down to finish his movie.

When I was sick, he is the one who woke up in the middle of the night to give me my meds.

I have a younger sister and three brothers. Out of us five, I was the only one whom he walked down the aisle as he has left us for heaven when my other siblings got married.

I only have fond memories of my papa. My gift to him for this special day for the fathers was a mass intention for his soul.

Happy father’s day in heaven, papa. I love you.

 Thanks for dropping by.

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