Carlos Sr., 1938-2006

Last week, my father finally stopped hurting and took a permanent rest. Us 4 children and mother were a bit relieved of his final journey. I just hope that God welcomed my father into His kingdom. I pray that every night.

Eight years ago, he was diagnosed with cancer of the adrenal gland. The doctors gave him not more than one month to live. He could not even lift a finger. Then a sort of a miracle happened. He got well and was able to live many more years.

But some of those years were filled with pain whenever he was brought to the hospital for various age-related ailments. We kept asking God to take away or lessen the pains and suffering father endured.

I did not have much time to visit him in his house. I was busy with my career and for my own family. They become weak excuses though, when everything is too late. I just try to permanently remember my last visit when I sat by his bedside and he gently stroked my arms for the longest time his weak arms allowed him.

Such is the playfulness of fate....

I was in Vietnam when he took his last breath.

I was able to come home for two days for his wake.

Then I was in China when he was laid to rest.

But I know Tatay would understand. He may not be the perfect father one could ask for. But he was the kindest person that formed our family.

I hope to see him in the kingdom of God when my time comes.

Tatay, I hope you get this - I love you......