In Good Company
My father is currently vacationing at our place. However, his stay with us is what I would consider the least "a vacation".
Since he got here, he has done nothing but do work around the house. He wakes up very early in the morning to cook oatmeal for me and Charles--our usual breakfast meal. When I come out to eat, he would already be outside watering the plants or cleaning the pool. When it's cold, he would take this time checking his emails or updating his Friendster and Multiply accounts--yes, my father is computer-savvy and he keeps himself updated with the latest technology and online networking tools.
During the day, my father works in the yard. So far, he's cleaned our surroundings, got rid of all the weeds and other undesirable shrubs and replaced them with different kinds of flowers, vegetables and herbs. He even planted fruit trees! When the afternoon gets hot, he treats himself by taking a dip in the pool and swimming a few laps. And then he starts cooking so by the time Charles and I get home, a nice warm dinner is waiting and ready for us to enjoy.
My father is a good man and I know him as one who takes pride in whatever he does. It was his decision to stay with us and not go with my mom to my sister's place so he could make us a garden. So I'd like to believe that he enjoys what he's doing because it often makes me feel bad seeing him work tirelessly and sweating out under the heat of the sun, when he could have been relaxing, sleeping, watching TV or going around seeing places. It breaks my heart even more when I get to sniff Bengay or Omega Pain Killer when passing by his room at night. He always says he's OK, but I still worry.
I'm definitely going to miss my parents when they return home. I wish they can just stay here for good, but they can't--not yet. But I hope that one day, we will all be together again--enjoying the fruits from the trees that my father grew, spending summers out in the yard which my parents helped beautify, playing with the kids whom they will help nurture, or just being there for each other when all we need is nothing but good company. And what better company is there than our very own family?
10 comments:
I wish my father was like yours.. Instead, I am reminded of my lolo.
Lovely photos liz..
liz, i miss my papa even more after reading this. you're so blessed. your papa looks very young. i really thought the man in the pool is your brother.
Thanks Mai! The important thing is that we have good memories of somebody we look up to--be it our father, grandfather, uncle, or a good friend.
thanks keth! hala, malingaw gyud akong Papa if he learns that you find him looking young, hehe! he does look young compared to other men his age and I think his being active helps a lot!
the memory of you and your papa i have is the one at your wedding when you both danced. it was so touching and how much your papa loves you really showed. isn't it wonderful to always have him around. cherish the moments.
I like your dad - very hands on. unsa nga fruits iyang gi plant?
asus liz, hangtud diri trabaho gihapon imo papa =) ... pede huwamon si nong cardo, LOL [joke].
this are nice photos liz.
Hi Chi! I get teary-eyed everytime I remember that moment with my father at the wedding. Indeed, that was one of my most memorable experiences! I love him a lot!
Thanks Nette! My dad planted lemons, plums, oranges, pineapple (just don't know if this will survive), and table grapes. He also planted vegetables and herbs. If all these will survive and bear fruits at the same time, matagbaw gyud mi ug kaon! Haha!
Hi Cinds! Hehe...I'm sure Papa wants to go back to Las Vegas. He loves Vegas! I hope makasuroy mi balik diha soon--maybe before I go back to work from maternity leave. Kita ta!
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