belated happy fathers day
my bestfriend in the whole wide world is my DAD. i've had several people in my life call me bestfriend and i've tagged them the same. but my dad is the one who has always always been there and has loved me unconditionally. regardless of what a brat i can be. (my designated bff jenny has called me a brat once during our college years).
he's always THE man. always there to wait for me whether i'm playing piko with my friends or maybe when i've ran away, cracking jokes when i'm heartbroken over a guy, gives (in)sane advice, will come pick me up when i'm sick though i live 3 hours away and believes in my capabilities no matter what.
when i was growing up, i couldn't remember him ever being sick. my mom would say he had a fever, but he'd just brush it off and eat more vegetables. he was always out playing tennis, in the corn fields (he's a scientist), going out looking for the fun in life.
my parents would always enroll me in swimming class during summer breaks. at the end of each summer, they would hold a swim competition for all the kids to see who was the best in freestyle, backstroke and all the diff styles. and they would have one for the parents as well - the adult events. one such summer, i ended up winning all the events and my dad won all the adult events. that was so cool.
majority of the things i still love up to now, i can attribute to my dad. swimming, love of reading, travel, movies - i only realized recently that they were his influences.
i went to visit my brother in the US last may, and interestingly enough he also considers our dad as his bestfriend too.
good thing, my dad tells me i'm his bestfriend coz i'm more like him. heeeeeeheeeeee =p
which is why its so hard for me now to see him now as anything less than the strongest man in the world. he's been sickly lately complaining about his foot, his back, his heart. my mom told me last night that he can't even manage to play tennis anymore. that's uncomprehendable. my dad has been playing tennis my whole life. if i were to paint him, he'd be wearing his tennis short and shoes and wielding a blue tennis racket.
if my dad is getting older, does that mean i'm not his little girl anymore?
my dad is cool. he's gonna be okay. he's gonna be well. i know this much. i know. i believe it.