For you, Papa
" A man who has not prepared his children for his own death has failed as a father. Have I ever failed you?" Never Papa, never. These past few days have been so hard to accept. A few days ago, I was still calling you to check as to when you will come home from the hospital. I saw you were struggling with the oxygen attached to your nose to help you breathe but I knew you were fighting. Maybe the pain was already too hard to bear, somehow you grew tired. You took a rest and the Lord took all your pain away; my pain on the otherhand, took a great leap. I was lost, my heart could not believe it. I denied the news until I saw you. You looked like you were sleeping so peacefully; my heart broke into thousand pieces piercing my entire soul. I was never the best daughter to you, I know that. I am almost never home since I left for work. I rarely call to say hello and ask you how your day went. I was never really the expressive type as I was never comfortable with videocalls ever