while uploading the videos of fiona’s bday celebration, i can’t help but reflect a little about things. i suddenly miss my daddy. i miss my family. and i miss God. it’s been a while since i really, really prayed. aside from the usual memorized prayers that i pray during mass and during those times i remembered praying, i feel that i really haven’t conversed with God.

and as i listened to my sister’s song (Ate, it’s really nice song), i can’t help but be touched by the lyrics of that song. though this song is meant for black saturday, i can’t help but feel that i’ve been feeling this for a long time. but the thing is, it’s not God who left (or died for that matter). it was me who “left” Him. the personal relationship that i tried so hard to keep when i was in college, right now, i really can’t say if it’s still that personal.

i really miss my dad, and my Dad in heaven.