IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER

"there he is again, running infront of me. sometimes just beside me or behind me, depending on the position of the street light."

i was jogging with my wife Sallie just a few hours back, and i can't help but noticed my shadow. it was not the first time that i realized, my shadow seemed to be the image of my father, my tatay Andres. every strides was incredibly him.

for the nth time, i remember when i was young, when me and my father jog. we jogged through pedro gil, turning left on quirino avenue, and finally reaching the roads of roxas boulevard. sometimes we eat lugaw before riding the jeepney home.

i know that he is with me not only when i jog. he lives through me...i'm my father's son.