November 7, 2008

My Father.

A tribute to my father...

I use this blog for many things.
Sometimes, I write about what I'm reading. Sometimes, I write about what is happening in the world and sometimes, I write about what I'm doing in my life.

But today, I want to write about my father.

He turned 48 this Monday on November 3.
I called him up and wished him Happy Birthday and I truly hope he gets to live over 90.
You see, I love my dad.

Even though, he has made mistakes as a parent, his qualities and what he has taught his sons and daughters surpass all of them.

My dad is a calm guy.
I remember one time getting into trouble and him sitting me down at the kitchen table with a belt in one hand and very calmly asking me if I would ever do it again.
I obviously said no. Hehe.
Yea, those were the times where parents would not let their kid talk back to them. They had a belt. Hehe. That was a symbol of authority way back in the day. Smile.
Although, he punished us (his children) many times. The times that I mostly remember were the times that he would talk to us so that we would understand.
He rarely raised his voice.

My dad is a working man.
The guy did not need an alarm clock. He was up way before the sun rose. He would get dressed in his work clothes and put on his boots. He does not like shoelaces. He always wore boots. Hehe. Now that I remember, my dad always used to tuck his shirt in. He always looked funny. He used to tell me that a man always need to wear belts. Ah, my dad.
He is a bricklayer. He built some of the most beautiful homes that you have ever seen. He worked from sunrise to sunset. I know because I did it for a year with him and my brother.
My dad always provided for his family.

Even if my father is away in El Salvador for now, I wish him the best.
It wont be long before I see him again and I cannot wait.
I miss him dearly...
I'm just being a son.

I could keep going on and on about him but I'll just keep it short.
But once again... Happy birthday, dad.