Fixing a broken heart

Nothing-new here.

I take a short break here. To remember my father, I pause.

It’s been almost four (4) years since we lost him. But still, the pain, the emptiness is still here. I wonder how do you really get over a loss? When my friend Me-ann lost his father months ago, she told me when I went to see her on her father’s wake: “Mama, Jhen kailangan turuan mo ako” (Mama Jhen, you need to teach me) and I ponder, how can I teach someone when I myself haven’t learned anything. Many people said time will heal the pain. But the pain doesn’t go away, it’s still here. I maybe laughing outside but there are still nights when I find myself crying over losing my father. This most specially triggers when I look at my little girl at night, it reminds me of how much my father loves little kids, and if he was here I know he will be bowled over with his first “apo”, i believe they will be inseparable and my Papa would have spoiled her rotten! If only he was here….