On January 21, 2014, my Dad breathed his last breath, losing the battle to pancreatic cancer. That was the day our hearts sank. That was the day my heart was deeply broken.
He would’ve been 63 this year. But a year ago, my family and I went back home to the Philippines, along with my wife and kids, my aunt and my sister-in-law. That’s the very first time after a very long time that we all came back together since 1998 and we celebrated our birthdays there on the month of February. It was a very special birthday celebration because that’s where we all grew up – back home. My son was a year and a half and my daughter was almost five months at the time and I can never, ever forget the radiant smile my Dad gave me after snapping some photos of him with his grand kids. He was very happy, very fond of them. I’m sure, he gave that same smile to our Mom when my brother and I came in to this world.
I flew in to NYC the day after he passed. I couldn’t get any flights due to the blizzard that night so I had to settle for a flight out the next night. I came in to our apartment, just like I did for almost 15 years and something weird just hit me. It felt like my Dad never died. He wasn’t in the apartment, I know, but, it almost seemed like he just went out. It felt like he was in his daily/weekend routine of going to work or going off to Chinatown or Queens to shop for our food. That is how I remember him well – he likes to go out – either to play lotto, run errands and to the bank, etc. My Dad’s very simple. He enjoyed watching Knicks games, making our dinner while having a bottle of beer or two or snacking on some Lays chips in the living room while he cheered on the Yankees. The simple life he lived for his family is one of the many things I remember him of. I keep telling my Mom that every time I enter their room, I always envision him sitting on the far side of the bed, facing his closet, fixing his stuff or doing his daily prayers.
But 2014 is a year I will remember not because my Dad passed away, but because he reminded me of how life can be as meaningful in so many ways, even if it makes a sudden turn.
I miss you Dad. There is never a day that passes by I don’t think of you. May you rest in peace.
We will miss you very much. We love you very much!
We finally got to try out a new breakfast and lunch place today – Cora, in Langley, BC.
The last time I had a pretty awesome omelet was in a place called Bravo Burgers in California where the omelet is ginormous and you get to much on fresh fried tortillas and salsa while you wait. It’s something that I will be keeping in mind when I go to visit again in La-La land, along with the amazing In-N-Out Burger.
But back to Cora – I ordered the 10 Star omelette and it did not disappoint. For me it tasted amazing, very fresh, and delicious and I give it 10 stars as well. The name just fits. I’ve always been a fan of vegetable-filled omelette that’s why a traditional Western Omelette is always on my list when I don’t see any other option. But this time, I opted to try out the 10 Star Omelette instead of the Western Omelette (which I tried before from Cora’s as well). I’m glad I did and now I have a favorite omelette that I’ll be ordering every time I visit the restaurant.