In behalf of my family, I would like to thank everyone, for coming over to the last night of my dad's wake. Despite the fact that it’s a busy Friday, my dad's really fortunate to have friends like you who managed to be here for him. To my Titos and Titas, to my mom and dad's community, the Brotherhood of Christian Businessmen and Professionals, to my dad's colleauges and friends, Good evening.
My name is Barry, his eldest son. My mom told me to write a piece for dad, but somehow I procrastinated and wasn’t quite sure how to start. I was supposed to start this with a quote that my dad would always tell me or something that would seem appropriate for the night. Then I realized, this shouldn't just come from a piece of paper, it should come from what's in here (heart).
But as I was having a hard time writing, I began to remember those nights wherein my dad would write letters. Well, notes to be exact. Promissory notes. I’d always be reminded of the times in which my dad would be there for me during grade school and high school. And I’d always be there every first, second, third and fourth quarter, holding those promissory notes that would promise something that I could not comprehend at a very young age. Money was indeed tight, and I can’t imagine how my dad managed to fulfill those notes. I don’t know how he got the money, and I didn’t had the guts to ask how. All I know is that with my dad writing those notes for me, I wouldn’t be a step away from finishing college, and I know I will finish this.
For all those nights that my dad had been writing those notes, tonight will be my turn to write one:
Dear Dad,
I know I can’t promise you any money, nor can I repay you for all the things you gave me. I can’t promise to be a good son, I’ve never had been, I admit. I know it’s not gonna be the same, but I wish I could have talked to you before you left. But I can promise you this, that I will be there for Mommy, Billy, Benjie and Lola (Tita) Soling.
Dad I’m Sorry.
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