In the End, Love Stays
There are stories we carry quietly in our hearts — the ones filled with love that was never spoken again, apologies whispered too late, and memories that linger even after goodbye. This is one of those stories. It’s about a father and daughter whose paths drifted apart, whose words were left unsaid, and whose love despite distance, silence, and time never truly faded. Because in the end, no matter what happened, love stayed. It’s really all a blur. I knew Tatay was sick as early as April this year. But even as a child, about twenty years ago, I already knew he had maintenance medications for high cholesterol, high blood pressure, something for the liver, and sometimes for gout. Our relationship had always been complicated. In 2012, my parents separated, and since then, things have been hard. It eventually reached a point where Tatay and I were no longer speaking. In fact, we weren’t speaking at all until the time of his death. In my heart of hearts, I always believed that someh...