dear dad,
oh sure, dad's day is over..
but it is going to be your
birthday soon...and
you are turning "70"
huh! my dad is
aged he he he he...
as i write this i
see your silhoette and
hear you working with
your tools outside the
room...
"to live is to move!"
that has been your
favorite line for
weeks now...
i know i will never
have the courage to
let you read this
he he he..
although oftentimes
you would barge
into our room when i am
infront of this computer
(and most of the
time i am he he he) but
i never really had the
strength to let you
read a poem or an
essay of mine....
i don't know, maybe
because i know i'd be
giving you a hard time...
ha ha ha ha, your eyesight
has become poorer and
poorer ha ha ha and i
could just imagine you
sticking your nose
near the monitor,
holding your eyeglasses
ha ha ha....but i do want
the world to know that
you are one of the best
dads in the world...
haaaayyyyy do you
remember weekends when
i was a child until i was a
teener....you would take
us to the sea where
you would indulge in
your fishing hobbby and
i would spend my time watching
the waves....playing in the
sand...how i miss those days...
now, you no longer drive...i
do not drive too so we have
no way of going there
anytime we want ha ha ha
..and remember that time
i asked you to teach me
how to sing and you
wrote the lyrics of a
carpenter song on the
board, teaching me the
melody word for word
ha ha ha ha ha but
still i never got to sing...
i mean really learn to sing
melodiously ha ha ha....
but you, you can sing!
how you love Josh Groban...
he has to know that you are
his number one fan he he he...
at lunch today we talked
about my kids' growing up...
and you said, you feel you
will live to be 80 plus or so
which means you still
have ten years to spend
with us....and as i thought
about this it hit me...
the best things in life
are truly free and i would
want to stay not that busy
for the next ten years
may God allow it to
be longer...
so i could be with you...
to watch you age
gracefully, be there when
you will need me the
most...i remember how
i panicked when you
had your stroke...i thought
that you would die, i was
looking after patients
at work when you had
the symptoms and i wasn't there
for you at once....
do you remember that time
when i told you i was
pregnant for the first time?
i was in first year med,
single and unprepared
and you cried
like a child? and said
it was only
the second time you
ever cried in your life...
the first time was
when your mother died...
and how you helped me
through it all....
and i learned that no man
will ever surpass a
father's love for his
daughter...
you were there when i
first fell inlove...and you
even taught me how to
write my first love letters
.....unknowingly though he he he
because i made you my
walking dictionary...
right now as i write, i
feel like a child...
i even sound like a child..
if only to be with you
for the rest of your remaining
years...i think i will
give up career
advancement....
i love you dad...
and i thank God for
you....
sincerely yours,
kulasa
i would just like to thank our 
