It's been a rough month, daddy has been in and out of the hospital. I thank God for small blessings - I thank Him for making daddy's wound heal even if its really slow, for giving daddy the energy to join us for noche buena, for all the people helping us financially, and for friends and family who pray for dad's continuous recovery.
When I look at daddy, I remember how he took care of us, how he provided for a large family and though life wasn't perfect for us, he and mommy made our life seem perfect. I notice now how he seemed to shrink and he looks far older than his age. A far cry from the daddy that I remember.
At night, when he sleeps I can hear him cry from pain, every movement is an effort for him and it pains me to see my daddy that way. It's hard for mommy for my brothers and sisters.. for our entire family to see daddy in pain and we can't do anything to make him comfortable.
For Christmas, I wish that Papa Jesus can make my daddy stay longer with us. I want daddy to be in Andi and Gio's graduation, our weddings, I want him to grow to old with mommy and be able to play with their grandchildren. We need prayers, I believe that prayers do wonders..
