Yesterday I visited someone very dear to my heart. Along the way, I recalled a time when life was a little simpler.
During an ancient time, hehehe, there was only one Shakey's pizza store in the country and it was located in far away Angeles City in Pampanga. I was in grade school then when my father would bring me there for a two-hour drive-just to eat pizza. He would eat two slices and I would eat the rest.
More than the pizza, however, I treasure the time I spent with Dad. In my heart, I knew that my father loved me coz he loved me enough to waste his time on me. Several years later, things have changed. We no longer have to go out of town to eat pizza. We don't even have to leave the house. I just dial delivery and Dad and I can eat pizza. My father is older man now and so am I. Sometimes, I pay the bill. (Waaah!)
But when I really think about it, the deeper things haven't changed. Dad still eats two slices and I still eat the rest. I really love that two-hour drive. Now, Dad and I are no longer able to take that two-hour drive.
It was his death anniversary yesterday. I tried to drive carefully. My tears are getting in the way.