People say I look exactly like him. Pictures show our obvious similarities. My heart claims I am part of him. And I proudly affirm that Carlos A. Gonzales, Sr. is my father.
Losing him have certain consequences in the way I grew up. There will always be things a daughter can only share comfortably to her father. I don't confide to Mama that much, I never did. Not because i don't trust her but simply because I'm not used to. But You, My Lord, complete every empty space there is to fill in in my life.
We celebrated his birthday. Mama bought lechon manok, crispy pata, and sotanghon for dinner. Babo called to, in one way or another, join the celebration. Manang Neng had dinner w/ us.
We miss him..I miss him. I know that Papa is in Your care. Please hug him for me and for the whole family. Tell him that no matter how little the memories he left in my memory in the 4 yrs he was w/ us physically, he stays in my heart. I hope that he is proud of what his children has become..I love him so much...
Always,
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