I woke up on the morning of Father’s Day with only one thought as in years past: I have to greet my father.
And then it hit me: My earthly father is no longer around…for the very first time in all my 41 years.
I can’t text or call him anymore. I can no longer treat him out to his favorite Max’s Restaurant. I can’t watch PBA games with him anymore.
He’s gone and there is nothing I can do to bring him back.
I woke up sluggishly that day. I crawled my way out of the bed and dragged myself to the showers. I climbed the stairs to the session hall with lead-heavy legs and worked my way to preach that morning. Several times during my talk, I had to catch myself and hold back my tears. Father’s Day is just not Father’s Day without Papang. It’s just not the same.
The 2 hour drive that afternoon from Tagaytay to Manila was no different. The beautiful scenery of the Sta. Rosa roads didn’t bring much comfort and instead, only amplified the emptiness of not having Papang on Father’s Day.
And then I arrived home.
The moment I entered our living room, my family, all five of them including my wife Jeng, greeted me excitedly and joyously. Kisses. Hugs. A song number. Celebrating mass with them. Then pizza at our favorite family place, Shakeys.
Just before I retired to bed that night, when all of them were already asleep, I caught a glimpse of myself on our full length mirror. There, before me stood a man I barely recognized. Familiar yet different. The squint of his eyes. The curl of his lips. The hunch on those shoulders. The tilt of his stand.
There he is. My dad. My Papang.
His spirit lives in me. His values dwell in my heart. His words embedded in my mind.His strength emanating from my being.
Papang isn’t gone.
He is here.
And for as long as I strive to live my life in honor of my father, I know he will always be.
Have a blessed Father’s Day to all my fellow dads out there!