Monday, February 12, 2007
Those Last 30 Minutes...

If it is only possible turn back time and savor those last 30 minutes with him...

My dad woke up early than his usual rest because I asked him to fetch me to school today. None of us spoke while we were in the car. I rested my chin on my hand and stared aimlessly at each passing street light and vehicle. He reached out and held my hand. And then I knew, we were already in front of my school. I didn't go out immediately, but instead, embraced him. I had finally let go of the tears that were held inside my eyes the whole time. We won't be seeing each other that much anymore. He is bound to fly to Indonesia because of work. And the next time that we would be able to see each other is on May.I cried to him saying, "Mamimiss kita, daddy" all over again. Then he told me, "Mamimiss din kita, anak. Be strong ok?" I didn't reply immediately because of my uncontrollable sobs but then nodded. "I love you, dad." I didn't proceed to where my line was, but instead looked outside at the green CRV. He's still there probably crying. I returned to my line, still crying from saying the most painful farewell.

You could just probably imagine the tears flowing from eyes as I write this post. Everytime I remember him, I couldn't help but cry. I feel incomplete without seeing him. I feel like part of me has been ripped out. I love my dad so much. So dad, if you're reading this, I miss you so much and I love you.


Cheska's thoughts at 3:19 AM