Even though you were technically my father-in- law, you were in the truest sense of the word, my dad. Always loving, providing and being there for me.
I look at the couch and imagine you wearing a hat, watching CNN with your feet in the massager. I wonder if you really liked the fleece Warriors blanket I made for you or if you used it to make me feel better about my DIY gift. You never complained about the food I cooked, even though you were probably preferred more savory dishes. You smiled all the time, and ate it, even though you perhaps wanted to sprinkle in more salt. You took me around San Mateo and showed me your office, your church, your favorite restaurants and told me stories about moving from the Philippines to San Francisco. I wondered how a young boy with literally no father figure could end up building a successful business from scratch and helping an entire community along the way. But then I turn and look at you- your tenacity, your work ethic - and of course if anyone could do the unthinkable, it would be you.
I miss you every day. The house feels empty, different without you. I'll look at corners of the house that remind me of you. The peanuts you always asked for. Your sneakers next to the door. When I was in your room recently and folded your pants with your brown belt. But I realize it's all memories, and in a comforting way, I smile knowing that I am lucky to have had so many cherished times with you. For that I'm forever grateful.
Rest easy, Dad. Love you forever.