Today is my Papa’s 98th birthday. I wish he were still alive, but then again, who gets to live up to almost a hundred years old still healthy and gregarious?
I couldn’t visit their grave so I just went to church and lighted a candle.
I really do miss my parents. I still shed tears every time I think of them. I wish they are still here. I miss hearing their early morning (before sunrise) kwentuhan about every topic on earth.
Pa, happy birthday po.
