Not the first time I've heard those words. Sick when it came to his alcoholism, sick when he was diagnosed with diabetes, now.. sick to an incurable chronic liver disease. I mean, at first when my mom told us about the diagnosis, to be honest, we all had that thought of "Oh dad will be fine! He'll find a joke out of it. He always does. He's a strong guy". But then my mom called me simply telling me to talk to my Dad.Â
Okay here's something about my dad and I's relationship. My dad and I were never close. We always loved each other, but when it came to communicating, it was usually with my mom. My mom was more understanding, was more vocal. My dad was just that lenient, "do what your mom says." or "go ask your mom." He had the simplest job as a father. Literally, he never made any decisions, "go ask your mom". And I guess you can say that my dad has numerous children on his side. I mean, I kid you not, 18 brothers and 26 sisters. Playa playaaaaa. Now what I didn't get that from this whole time, me being the baby of the whole "Almodiel Family", was that he still focused on his children. All of his money and finances went straight to them when they clearly were old enough to carry themselves on their own two feet. I guess you can say that I was a bit resentful towards him. I held a lot of grudges towards my dad. But just because he wasn't as good as a father that I wanted him to be, he still supported me, loved me, cared for me, anything really.Â
Now what happened with the conversation I had on the phone with him simply goes as this...Â
Me: Hey Dad, how's it going?Â
Dad: Yeah everything's fine here. Did your mom tell you?Â
Me: .. yeah, that's why I'm calling you. I just wanted to check up on you.Â
Dad: Yeah you know, this disease, I don't know how severe it is, but you know anak, if I die, I.. die.Â
That right there pretty much brought me to tears. I tried to maintain composure. I didn't want my dad to know I was crying. Hell, I didn't even expect myself to cry at all during this conversation. I told my dad that he wasn't, not just yet. He still has a lot of work and happiness he needs to show right now. Apparently, I was the first out of all his children, literally all of his children, to call and ask how he was doing. That didn't hurt me really, what hurt me was the loneliness my dad was feeling. I mean c'mon, my mom wanted to divorce him, and with that still in his mentality, he's going to be alone. And I busted out crying and immediately told him that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being an asshole when I was at the time, I'm sorry for treating you wrong and seemed so condescending. I'm sorry for doubting you, for not opening up to you. Dad I'm sorry for treating you like shit. If your time did come, I wouldn't want you to pass away thinking your son thought of you as dirt. But you brought humor, music, a different way of thinking, love and you molded me into who I am today.Â
You see, I've always known that I was going to attend my parents funeral, but I honestly didn't think it'd be this soon. I really can't question what God has in His plan. I can't question it at all. It just sucks that now because of this situation, it's brought out actions in my dad I've never seen before. Compassion and understanding, loving, emotions really. I hated how I heard my father on the phone today. It seriously broke my heart.Â
I'm coming home in a month Dad. I'll be home to be with ya and to spend time with you. I'll continue to make you proud and I owe it to you. You will always be in my prayers Pa. We're always here.Â
Thanks for wasting your time on me!Â