MeFather: 007

Since my father died, everyday since, I always think of him. Strangely, I always dream about him. Almost every night. Tonight and tomorrow night and the next tomorrow for sure. Tomorrow never dies. Can't help it, I failed my father. I was a disappointment to him. When I quit UP Law school back in 1997, I know it blew the living daylights out of him. Though he kept it to himself. He had very high goldfinger hopes for me. Something I didn't understand before and wanted no part of. It's his dreams not mine, I said in proud and ungrateful defiance. Fool. Now I understand. I wish I hadn't... I wish I did this and that... Too late boy. The spy who loved me is forever gone. I don't think I will ever forgive myself. He was a good father, not perfect, he had his faults typical of any flawed human being and we had our major differences and arguments common to most macho father-and-son bond but inspite of it all, he was, now I realize... a great father. After the thunderball cleared, he was right. He was right. But the gentleman is no longer around. I miss him. Should I just live and let die? I'd give up everything to be with him once more and die another day.
WRVC (1945-2004)
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