I grew up spending more time with my mom than my dad. He was busy working overseas as a CPA to a shipping company, thus, he traveled a lot. At first, we used to travel with him (which I truly love) but as I grew older my parents decided it was best that I stay put for my education (Bummer!!!)
That meant I was separated from my dad quite a lot. But that also intensified our reunion every year, for it was pure bliss! We did all these things together, he would teach me to sketch, how to make paper mache vases, screen etching and printing, we would go out every weekend, he helps me with school homeworks, and most importantly laughter filled our home.
He has always been an inspiration. I would see him go out of his way to help people, even if it meant inconvenience on his part. A lot of people would open up to my dad for he was a good listener and adviser.
When my father passed away, a part of me died with him. We had so many plans together. We had this project to finish, places to go, goals to achieve...
That grievous day... my dreams were shattered with his death.
I remember that for 3 years, we would go to Loyola every Sunday to visit him, regardless of the weather. We never missed a weekend to be with him. We brought him flowers, we talked to him, most of the time my mom and I were just lost in our thoughts...remembering the man who always brought a smile to our hearts.
I still miss him to this day. Quite honsetly, I think my life would have turned out quite differently if he was still around...But I know, he is at peace in Heaven. I will always be proud of him, of his kindness, his creativity, his immense intelligence, and his deep and undying love for my mom and I. His stories of inspiration will continue on and his grandchildren will utter his name with immense pride to be part of his legacy...
I will never stop loving the man, who during his short but meaningful life, always believed in me...
In loving memory of Carmelo M. Garcia
