Father's Day

Today is Father’s Day.

Early this week, we took our father, ret. Architect Abraham H. Erece, home from the hospital after a four-day stay. He was suffering Bronchopneumonia, was quite listless and rather surprisingly frail.

His CT-Scan result has been released. My dad has cancer in the lungs. Biopsy result is also out, it’s second stage malignant.

This hasn’t sunk in yet fully, I have yet to assess my feelings; should I be relieved that at least we know and that we can prepare or should I be devastated knowing he won’t stay long with us. It is so mix at this point but it has been draining something in me.

I am just as listless and my temper – famous for being short – is more volatile I just kicked my PC to become unusable just because my emails cannot go through.

While I cling to my mother more, my father and I never had any major disagreement, misunderstanding or an iota of gap in any manner and aspect. I remember the movies we watch together just the two of us and the shopping of school supplies. He was a good receiver of my jokes. Not once have I received any physical punishment from him.

I remember all the good times.

I just wish this is not the last Father’s Day he will be with us.

He has yet to see my first local movie, Manay Po, even just in DVD.