tatay will be celebrating his 66th birthday tomorrow, had he been alive today. Its been almost five years now since his passing—he lived long enough to see me turn 23; died five days after, from complications brought about by his diabetes. Five years. one helluva tough ride if you ask me. i remember making a promise on his grave to make him proud. I remembered the conviction. I remembered the tears.
Now i just feel numb.
Nanay will cook pancit tomorrow, that is already a given. We will visit his grave. We will say our prayers. I will thank him for the best years of my childhood, the warmth, the glow; things i miss so badly now.