My entry for this week is my beloved Father who passed away seven years ago. He died on July 31, 2003 when I was at the embassy in Manila with John to get our marriage permit. He was so excited of us getting married and he over celebrated it by drinking alcohol and forgot to eat.
Mama said that he told her, he is going to go to the nearby barangay to tell his friends that his future son-in-law is coming and that me and John are going to get married. If he could have celebrated his happiness in our home, he could have been still alive till now because my mother could have let him eat. But I guess it was his time. You may want to read the whole story here.
This is the only picture that my father and I had together.