Christmas is the time of the year where I am always reminded of my Papa...it's the time of year where his absence is sorely felt. Add to it the effect of FPJ's funeral this morning. I kind of remembered how it was on April 16, 1998!
For 20 years in my life, he was always there to remind me of the activities on the day I was born...how he was fixing the windows while Mama was having her labor.
...how he would wake me up in the morning and greet me happy birthday and then go on with his monolog.
Six years...I still miss him very much. And I know, his memories will live on. He's my dad!