I Miss Dad

A year ago, my dad died because of heart complications. I wasn’t there by his side during his last minute because we really don’t expect that that would be his last breath. I am a father’s pet and that’s the reason why my siblings hate me sometimes. I am not a picture-perfect daughter I know, but I must admit that I am not also a headache for him.

Dad is not sweet, he is not also showy but I feel him. I know deep in him he’s proud that we’re growing up the way he wanted us to be raised. Dad is not perfect. He is totally a disciplinarian, serious, artistic and all-around father and a husband for mom. He has vice and it’s drinking but no single while that he cheated on his partner.
I cried a lot back then for I know I could not have any or another father like him. No one could really replace him no matter how one will try.

Every time I am not fine, when I have problems on my own, when I have project to make, I miss him badly. I miss the way he is in his bitter-sweet way. Life goes on; he’s no longer here for us and maybe moving on will be the only favor I could give him.