Skip to main content
THE SEARCH
Last night July 21, 2011 was a gloomy, and perhaps a product of my melancholic moment when I was about to sleep. It was a far away music yet I could still hear the wonderful lyrics of the one of my favorite songs the DANCE WITH MY FATHER. I don’t know if that moment was just out of my tedious long days of work from the office. I sat down in my bed and hear the wonderful message of the song. Few minutes passed I felt abnormalities in my heartbeat and somewhat feeling pain. Yes, pain because I missed our father. He died five years ago. Wonderful moments I have had from him. He used to hug me when I am crying when I was at my fifth age. My father was not a typical father that everybody has; he’s a type of father who talk less, and a very observant. Every time I asked something to him like new shoes and or new thing he just stare at me and would not respond, yet after an hour or a day depending on the kind of thing that I would ask from him he used to surprise me. That’s how I truly missed my father. Sad to say, he died a week before my graduation in college. It was the saddest moment in my life. Now, it was only my father’s picture that I used to remember every time I missed him.
Last night July 21, 2011 was a gloomy, and perhaps a product of my melancholic moment when I was about to sleep. It was a far away music yet I could still hear the wonderful lyrics of the one of my favorite songs the DANCE WITH MY FATHER. I don’t know if that moment was just out of my tedious long days of work from the office. I sat down in my bed and hear the wonderful message of the song. Few minutes passed I felt abnormalities in my heartbeat and somewhat feeling pain. Yes, pain because I missed our father. He died five years ago. Wonderful moments I have had from him. He used to hug me when I am crying when I was at my fifth age. My father was not a typical father that everybody has; he’s a type of father who talk less, and a very observant. Every time I asked something to him like new shoes and or new thing he just stare at me and would not respond, yet after an hour or a day depending on the kind of thing that I would ask from him he used to surprise me. That’s how I truly missed my father. Sad to say, he died a week before my graduation in college. It was the saddest moment in my life. Now, it was only my father’s picture that I used to remember every time I missed him.
Comments