My papa, he’s gone. And honestly, I need to keep those memories forever but let him fly free. It won’t help. I know it won’t. I miss him so so so much. But, reality? I wonder if I’ll see him again.
The other day, I was having this really deep conversation with my dad at my great grandpa’s grave. He thinks that, you know all the flowers people leave? He thinks that for them, a sense of honoring them, or remembering them. Not for the people that passed. He was telling me that he wonders if there really is somewhere you go after you pass. We aren’t really religious people, but we Do believe in God. He wonders if my papa and great grandpa are really together somewhere out there. Watching us. Or maybe, they aren’t they are just sleeping. Are they with God? Do they see us? Do they really? We wonder, I know you do too.
I’ve wondered. My dad promised me he would stick around. The truth? The only time I see him happy is when me and him are doing our own thing together. We go hiking, beach, mall, or even just to the grocery store. We have so much fun. I love him to death I do. Really, if he did leave early, I don’t know what I would do. I might kill myself, to see if in reality, we would see each other in the after life. Just to see if I could see him again. Laugh with him. Cry, joke, talk…
I don’t even know how to finish this honestly, I don’t know how much of you will read this. But I really just did this for myself. Let things out.
is HALF FILIPINO and he hasn’t had ANY Filipino food. Agssbakznsjdkkdlahs. WTF !
I WILL DRAG HIS ASS TO THELMA’S FOR SOME PANCIT, HALO-HALO, PORK ADOBO, PORK ADOBO FRIED RICE, CHICHIRON, PORK GISANTIS and all that GOOD STUFF. I will shove it down his throat cause this HALF FILIPINO boy is missing out on some GOOD SHIT.