having him close

my father loved radio, since i could remember (among many other things, he was virtually a man of many interests from reading, movies and other hobbies). but radio was our bond. we were the ones in the family who hovered and made use of the radio for various reasons.


he listens to the news,he listens to music and has his radio turned on every waking hour of his day, (esp in the last few years of his life) from morning til early hours in the next morning. the first thing you could hear in the wee hours of the morning, is the music on his radio which he keeps close to him, which signals normally he was already awake, or he and my mama would be talking.

i still long for my father, until now. i miss talking to him, and making him laugh over the phone. i miss that.

but i am thankful i have so many memories to relive about him. and because of these memories we have our secret language from here to wherever he is.


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whenever i hear this song, i am always reminded of early mornings woken up by this particular song softly blaring from papa's radio.





whenever i hear this song from Debbie Reynolds, it reminds me of memories of papa listening to some AM station autoplaying pre-programmed repetitive playlist.

it holds many memories of being close to him, even if he was in another part of the house (in the kitchen) but knowing we were in one roof, safe and we will be sharing later on a day together.


this time,i woke up in the middle of a disturbed sleep, i accidentally listened to "Tammy's in love" from a classics channel, it brought some wonderful feelings. i miss him so much. and although it saddens me knowing that in the daybreak, i wont get to chat to him and share breakfast with him, we are still connected.

this is him and i, communicating.


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if your fathers are still alive, hug them, make a point to try to be close to them. build alot of memories with him so that they could still be close even if when they're far.