Another Year

Today is my dad's 69th birthday! Yes, he was born in 1941. During the war. It was a difficult time to be born. But that's how God intervened in his life. He survived the war and he is still surviving all the battles and storms in his life. In God's magnificent plan he entrusted us to him - to teach us, to mold us, to let us grow. Of course he was not alone in this challenging task, nay a mission of parenting. Parenting is such a noble vocation many today take for granted. Parenting is a most un-selfish vocation. It demands everything - all natural, human and spiritual resources. Thank you dad for such love and sacrifice.

The best moments i had with my dad was when i was a seminarian in Don Bosco, Canlubang. It was fortunate that he was assigned in San Pablo City. He came to visit me many times on sundays. We got to talk and know each other better. It was a boost to my emerging self. They say parents can give 2 things to their children: roots and wings. My parents, my dad for that matter gave me both.

Thanks dad for my roots and my wings. Though i have soared so high i know i have the family nest to rest awhile. I still have miles to go; the flight is not yet over but my heart smiles when i think of you. You are one of the best thing that ever happened to me. Happy birthday dad!