His Light


Trischa lives to see the face of her Creator.
She believes in daily miracles, smiles, and promises. She sees life as a spotlight to shine the glory of Jesus and her life's mission statement tells:

"Touch lives for Christ's Glory!"
MY Earthly Dad in Heaven

I grew up with not much of a father figure at home. My father was a busy man, he worked really hard and whenever he was at home he was usually too tired for anything.

I was in fourth grade when he left the country to work abroad but before he left we had our quality time together. We even played wrestling! While in Guam, he would often call. There wasn’t really much to tell because I was never used to telling stories to him of how my day went. Still, I’m sure he loves hearing my stories because he was really happy whenever I would write to him. Years passed and I graduated elementary without him. I had hoped that my Dad can be there as I received my medal. He wasn’t around but he sent me a card telling me how proud he was that I graduated with honors.

I reached high school and adjusted with my new school. Life was really changing for me during those times but I didn’t expect any of what happened next. I came home from school one afternoon with a news that would change my life as I knew it. I still remember how my Mom hugged me tight that day and whispered that my Dad had passed away. Death is something not completely fathomed by the human mind, I must say. It took me a second or two before I could react. I cried with my Mom and cried a little more to sleep. And really tears can never be enough to express a lost of a loved one.

Daddy wasn’t always around but I always knew he loved us. He called me his ‘Baby Love’ because I’m actually the favorite. :) He would prepare a salad for me at times, bribe me just to hear me sing, or just pick me as his grocery buddy. It’s true that I only have few memories of him but I know that he is a big part of my being.

My Daddy is now with my Heavenly Father. Even if a lot about him is now a blur to me, I know that I still miss him. For now I couldn’t see his smile, hear his voice, feel his touch, lie on his stomach, or hear his unusual laugh, but someday I know we’ll meet again. Where memories can no longer be forgotten and with time that can never be measured.

Happy Father’s Day Daddy!

-Baby Love

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