This article made me teary-eyed while remembering my dad.
Dad Found A ‘Trash Bag’.When He Discovered How It Got There He Wrote A Tear-Jerking Letter via http://t.co/CgG4acR3Bz http://t.co/CgG4acR3Bz
— Maanne Lopez (@lopezmaanne) December 23, 2014
You’re always the most excited one for Christmas. Come September, Christmas songs are played at home; Christmas tree is taken out of the box; and the house glows with Christmas lights. There’s always a grilled barbeque for Christmas, and we dance from its smoke with the disco ball and lights at the terrace. You’re the one who buys gifts and takes us to see a movie and shop the day after. Maybe that’s why Christmas is my favorite holiday. Now we can buy gifts for you, but you’re not here anymore. Another Christmas missing you Daddy.