Last night, I dreamt of my father.
Not as I last saw him,
Lying peacefully in everlasting slumber
But as the vital man, I remember him to be
And in that precise moment of dreaming,
Against all the law of physics,
The bounds of logic,
And the very fabric of the universe
I knew to the core of my being
That he was as alive as my beating heart.
We ambled among grassy fields
The location anywhere and everywhere
And conversed about the mundane and the profound
As if our years apart were mere minutes
He turned to me, almost violently
As if daring the heavens to strike him down
The protest in every line of his body evident
Anak, tell everyone that I am not dead
Indeed, Daddy, you are not.
You are as alive to me as the beating of my heart.
Rest in Peace Dad
Atty Roland Delloro Cabral
02 February 1952 – 28 July 2005
Fast forward to 16 years since we last celebrated your birthday Dad and I still find myself in tears.
2020 distilled what truly matters. Magnified moments truly priceless.
Time – a true luxury. So spend it doing something worthwhile.
Make every day significant.
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