Short letter to my departed father on ‘Father’s Day’ PDF Print E-mail
Sunday, 19 June 2011 15:02

Dearest Dad:
‘Happy Father’s Day”, wherever you are!

First of all, I have to beg your forgiveness for not having told you that “I love you and thank you” because I owe you a debt of gratitude for having brought me into this chaotic and complicated world of mankind. Without you I will never reach this ripe age of senior citizen and write this short letter of thanks.
I am sure that my children and grandchildren will bear with me also, and thank you for the same reason, otherwise they will not be around to savor the sweet life of success.

I am sorry for not having supplied you with a pack of cigarettes daily as you requested, because I read in the newspaper that “smoking is bad for one’s health”, and more so, because of budget constraint. I am just a mere government employee receiving meager pay and my family is living in a hand-to-mouth existence.

I am sorry also, I was not able to take you to America because I do not want to be an immigrant. Also they say that life in the States is a rat race and I do not want to be another rat from the Philippines. Besides I am afraid of the “culture shock” which is shocking to foreigners.

I am sorry that I was not able to bring you to the places of leisure, because I cannot afford expensive vacation due to limited funds and besides I do not have wheels to take you to the place you want to go.

You know dad, life is ironic, because children want to give their parents the best in life, but could not afford to do so because of limited means. But there are children who can afford, but they do not want to spend for reasons only they can answer.

I am sorry dad that I was not able to buy you a house where you can stay conveniently and live comfortably with all the amenities that a luxury house provides, because I am not in a position to do so, the same reason, lack of dough.

Lastly, I am sorry for my mistakes in grammar, because being an English teacher, mistake in grammar is unpardonable, a mortal sin.
One thing I promise you, I will pray for the repose of your soul nightly.
Your loving and sorrowful son, Cesar A. Bernardo