Shared by hiro_nakamura....You are not alone...

There was a certain guy whom I met in MIRC, particularly in dalnet davao, I just saw his nick just this evening.He was 27 yrs.old and married, his nick on mirc was hiro_nakamura.I invited him to visit my blog. He might read some of my articles that I had been written, eventually upon roaming around on my blog he made comments on the article "I miss my Dad", he posted all what he had read on his friends blog about Daddy thing, he said to me that I am not alone in this world having no daddy.I am sure he read it because he made comments on it.I was so dumbfounded upon reading the comments because I can feel that its really hard to have no father.My heart bleeds when I saw some pictures of my dad.How I wish I can change the time.Anyway I will post here the stories of hiro_nakamura's friend about their dad.Thank you hiro_nakamura for sharing this to me, I hope that this stories will touch others heart to give and show their love to their daddies.

maam..its me hiro_nakamura. my bestfriend wheng wrote something about his dad..kakainggit..

When I was younger, I always love

going with my Dad to the Park. It was

one of the best places in the city

where you can relax. The park is

facing the Davao Gulf.

The fresh air

gives a very relaxing ambiance to the

people who viusits the park especially

from afternoon till the park closes at10 PM.

It was a once a month habit to

my dad. We used to eat in an "ihaw-ihaw" restaurant inside the park

before sitting in our favorite bench

near the sea wall. The bench is undera small tree where you can hear the

birds playing especially during

sunset.

A few years have passed, and the once

a month habit became a twice a week

routine. My dad told me that he wants

to go the park with me more often

because I get to be more mature to

talk to and he enjoys talking to me

about anything and everything while

seated in the same bench.

What was so funny was,

he opens up ourevery conversation with the

same "intro". He would say..."daratingang araw anak, itong bonding natin at

mga kuwentuhan natin...lahat, alaalana lang."

For several years of going

with him to the park, I hear the same

words before we start a good

conversation. It even came to a point

that I would jokingly interrupt him

before he finishes the "intro"..."Oo na! oo na! pag dating ng araw, alaala

na lang lahat ng 'to." then I'll tap

his shoulder and start out a good talk.2 days ago(january 20),

is exactly the10th year since then last time we'vebeen to the park together. I can't

forget the date because it's my

sister's birthday.

Unfortunately, I cant go to the said

park bacause i'm working here inMakati.

Now I realize how significantthat "intro" was.

I can still hear my

dad's voice playing in my mind over

and over again telling me that INTRO.

I know, he really meant those words he

said whenever we start a good talk.

And that I know that he knew this time

would come...that I would wish to get

a chance again, to talk to him while

sitting on that bench under the

tree...like waht we used to do.

His words were very encouraging,especially when Im in my lowest

moments, that I thought almost

im possible for me to smile and feelbetter.

He always knew how to make me

smile, and he knows what words would

he use to hit me straight in the heart.

He died of cancer 6 years ago.

Loosinghim was the most painfull for me that

I can't get over it until now. BUt itwas better that way,

than to see himsuffer.2 days ago was exactly 10 years

sincethe last time I heard his INTRO.

10long years of longing to hear those

words from him again.

I am willing to give everything and anything just to

spend a few seconds and hear the INTRO

from him again. I swear I won'tinterrupt him,

and ill never get tired

of listening to him.

How I wish i cansit again on that bench,

even just fora second...even when IM alone.

I knowhe would sit beside me and make me

feel better now that I feel so down.He was the best dad....
February 23, 2008 9:42

alienated said...
i never get tired of reading over and over again about that post he wrote..right after i read that post. i emaild him..telling him about my jealousy about his dad..and made another blogs that meant to hit me straight to my heart..here it is..From: Wheng Date: Wednesday, 23 January, 2008 6:29 PM Subject: a Broader sight... Message: My Best friend allen who is in Davao just wrote me a message. He felt sorry for me, at the same time, jealous. His dad died of heart attack a year before my dad passed away. It was just so sad to think that unlike me, he never had a quality time to have a good conversation with his dad. The good thing was, he treated my dad as his 2nd dad...and my dad looked at him as one of his sons. He is my best friend for years and my dad was one of the witnesses of our friendship that will make history.hehehe! I'm just so proud that someone testifies in favor of my words that my dad was a good man, a good adviser, a friend, and a mentor. My best friend just regrets that he never had the chance to get close to his dad like I was to my dad...but I know his dad personally, atleast in person. He might not speak a lot, he was not the sweet type of a dad,. But I know he was always proud of my best friend who was always responsible and true. Love is not measured in moments of time, but in timeless moments that's shared to your loved one. For others, love gets stronger by regular bonding, but for those who has Broader sights about love, even just the simple stares, a straight look in the eyes, a tap on the shoulder, and a simple touch will be remembered forever.End Thanks man. having a bestfriend like you is making life's more beautiful and meaningful. truly we stand against odds na jud. Im so thankful for having u as part of my life..God bless bro.January 23, 2008.

maam..you're not alone po..
February 23, 2008 9:53 AM