A memories from a Daughter

Today is my Fathers 7th year death Anniversary. He was 69 when he died..

As I was sitting here and trying to concentrate on what should I write about him ...memories of him started to flash back.. he was not just a father to me .. he was a Professor, he loved his job at the University where he worked.. he teaches accounting which I hate when I was in college.. His students loved him and respected him,, he was not just into mathematics. I remembered that he loves poetry , I even read some of his poetries that he wrote.. read most of his journal when he was in college. He was a writer as well. He worked as an Audit Officer in the government before he died.

… they were 9 in his family and he was the eldest . his siblings have so much respect to him they look up to him like he was their second father or more than that.. my uncles and aunts used to tell stories about how strict and hard my father was.
He was a friend to so many... he maybe the quiet one to some and thought that he was a snob. A joker.. he loves to say jokes with his close friends. He was a magician too! He did magic when we were small … he could turn a paper into money,, me and my cousins were really amazed about it .. later on we discovered how the trick was , he even ate or chewed a glass in front of us…still a mystery how he did it.

He was an adviser to most of my family. I remember when my Mom run for a position in our community it was my father who wrote most of her speeches…

We called him a HITLER... we always thought his ways was dictatorship, you cant even win any debate with him ..
He was always there when a family comes for help .. most of my family might have feared him not because they were scared of him,. but because of respect.

He was a husband to my Mom and in most families have ups and downs...He may not be perfect but my father tried all his best to be responsible to us.

And I as his daughter I have so much memories about him that would take so much space if I write all of them .. the best memories I could share was when he brought me and my brothers to watch the 10 commandments treated us to a nice restaurant after. He always made sure that every summer vacation he would bring us all to my grandparents in Bicol.

I’ve seen how he disciplined my brothers but never he laid hand on me even to the extent that I sometimes disappointed him. He was very patient with me, protective and at the same time very strict.

I’ve learned on how to be content on whatever I have and still be happy. One time when I was in high school I’ve been using my bag for 3 straight years and I wanted a new one but since my bag was still in good shape he didnt bought me one .. what I did was I cut one of the handles… I thought I would get a new bag.. I showed him that I can no longer use it.. but to my surprise... he never said a word instead he showed me how to sew it.

I’ve learned to set principles from him, He was a man with so many principles in life. Integrity was important for him . He wasnt religious but he was educated when it comes to faith. When I started working my relationship with him has gone more deeper. I could talk to him about everything … religions, his faith , My work, my friends, my plans, my bosses.. everything ! He even advised me one time to go out and meet new people even guys.

When I first came here in Switzerland he was my avid pen pal. He loved to write letters and he always kept me updated of everything. His letters helped me to feel him even he is no longer around.. I miss him so much his letters has given me so much encouragement and felt his love ,,, he maybe hard and very strict with me but I would always be thankful … because... I became the person he wants me to be.. and am proud to be who I am because of him.. He will always be remembered and will always love by my family. We love you Papa :)