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Tatay Mahal Kita ...

As I learned to speak I started calling him "TATAY" Whenever He's by my side I dont feel weak He tells me everything thats right and even if I can't make it He just then touches my head at night I learned to fight my pessimism And stood straight with my foot off the ground Live life full of optimism But each time October comes in I lay down my head and bury my tears As I remember when his time dim " The morning comes he's sleeping I thought I just have to sit beside him But when I touches him he never open his eyes I wondered so far I tried to offer him coffee But he cant hear me I cooked an oat for him its his favorite I know But his interest again never show So i tried to wake him up I feel the cold body in him I know what it means" I miss my one and only "TATAY" And I LOVE HIM I cannot LIE Sometimes memories still flashes I cherished it even in ashes And wish He was with me Offer me the first flower of 18 and Dances i don't really know what made me wrote this ... I was about to sleep when i hold my pencil and started writing ... early in the morning i have these piece ... i posted it without edition ... it was really what is in my notebook "diary" ... I love my Father ... I miss the things we do when he was here ... we go to Barber shop ... buy boiled egg so he can force me to have a military haircut !!! i might not be a female when he is alive ... i might be a lesbian ... and no one could ever hurt me ... I love you tatay ... i miss you so much !!! come to me and let me feel your presence ... i want your comfort .... huhu ... i love you with all my heart ... you are the only man i ever first loved .... i long for you ... i love you tatay ... i love you ... :'(

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    • My father died because of liver cancer ... I was only seven by that time ... I remember when the doctor said ... They have nothing to do with him ... he is dying ... but my father still tries to fight 'cause he still want to live ... he asked to go home to the place where he was born ... that was on the month of september .... sept. 22, 2007 it was his birhtday ... instead of celebrating he was at the hospital ... wanting to go home ... I dont know what to do seeing him so helpless ... I cannot accept defeat 'cause im just seven and cant help but pray for him ... October 07, 2007 12:00 am ... my tita woke us up ... playing "LUPANG HINIRANG ON TV" .. after the hymn ... we slept back ... and a few hours passed by .. i cannot slept ... i felt somebodys whispering ... then i sit beside father ... i thought he was calling my name and asking for coffee or an oat ... but he was already dead ... and i dunno what to do then but cried .... after he was buried ... it was a long time to forget ... and when i came back from my innocence people told me that i was about to jump my fathers grave because i dont want him to be buried ... and that no one could even try to talked to me ... 'cause i never spoke since it happened ...
      • Young Woman, Because you are a woman, Though there is a part of you still a young girl, I didn't expect to be here today or to read these words but they touch the very core of my heart I can feel your love so much for your Tatay I love like I recall only in distant memory and lost I want you to know, without any doubt at all in my feelings.. He feels your love....I'm certain and felt a sixth sense..so strongly as I read through your words I'm sad for you, realizing the depth of your love for him You never forgot. But you don't really understand... You have given your father the most wonerful gift a father can have: True love, respect and admiration I knew there was something I felt in your previous poems and I said so But now I know what I was feeling all along... A pure heart Keep that heart! Fight through sadness and sorrow and be determined to make something good out of life.....find happiness and peace.....that's what he would have wanted. Most of all I'm sorry that you and he had to part but he remains a guardian in your life and in your emotions and so that part of him is alive and with you always. I'm certain he feels your Father's Day wishes because where hearts are involved there are not earthly boundaries. Find comfort in this...that we will all lose someone we love someday....but very few will ever enjoy the special bond of love that you and he have. So smile and know when you smile, your father will smile with you, likley with tears of happiness in his eyes, feeling loved. No gift could possibly be greater than that! So please find comfort when you read this.
        • you really made me cry ... my father is my life ... and until now im still longing for his love ... sometimes when i feel so down i just talk even no one is around ... cause i know he listens and give me comfort even if i cant see him ... i really love him ... so much ...
        • my mom died of the similar thing of cancer and i try holding it in to my mom was my life to so if you need to talk about this write to me anytime and i hope you feel better xoxo-bri1234
        • When you think of your dad, you have reason to smile. Smile through your tears because there is reason to be happy because what you have with your Tatay something you'll always have. God Bless You always! It does my own wounded heart good to know of people like you. I can count those I've met in a lifetime on my fingers I think...but to me you have reminded me of the best things in life: Thank You! Life is fragile but it is precious...more should treat it so
          • know what morninglight ... i know my father wanted me to go through and still fight my right ... and each time i failed of whatever i am doing ... i always chill ... stand and chin up ... but most people say ... i can never hide sorrows behind my smile cause my eyes shows ...
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