Three days and Christmas is here. Our Christmas tree is decorated, with lights, balls, stars, tinsels and all the presents underneath the tree. Our upside down Christmas tree is also hanging from the ceiling in the attic. We’ve been discussing the menu we’d have this holidays and who’s cooking what. His Royal Highness (i.e. the son) is also here and we’re just waiting for the GF to arrive tomorrow evening. So our cosy number is complete and looking forward to celebrating Christmas and the New Year.
It’s this time of the year that I miss my Dad the most. He passed away 15 years ago and every occasion like Christmas, birthdays or anniversaries, he’s dearly missed. He was the first one who would send anybody a card or would ring to greet on anybody’s birthday. He was a great cook – his kare-kare, dinuguan, kaldereta were to die for. He was a high-quality host – he would make anyone feel special by putting their needs first before his and the food and drink he would serve were second to none. He was a real charmer, very likeable and endearing. Another characteristic that I admired on him was his being a hard worker – he had a couple of jobs until the end of his life. He was diligent and dedicated to his job.
What do I miss about him? Our phone calls – once or twice a week we would ring each other and talked about everything and everyone. I would update him on what was happening to us; how his grandson was growing fast and how jobs and life here were like. He would tell us about what was happening on his side of the world. We laughed, we cried, we discussed and we argued. So wherever he was and I’m sure he’s looking down to us from time to time – here’s wishing you a Merry Christmas!