My parents lived in Bohol for almost 8 years and I took this sunrise image only last June. A week later, they moved back to GenSan. Another week later, my father was hospitalized. Thereon, his health started to deteriorate and he expelled his last breath last September 9.
It was painful to watch my Daddy suffered and died due to kidney failure. He had been a robust person, always moving. When my parents lived in Bohol, Daddy did most of Mama's daily works, just so her osteoarthritis won't be aggravated. On his last weeks, we each had to lift him to eat or drink. I had to give him his bedbath.
Each of us in the family has taken solace on the fact that Dad won't suffer anymore and he is already resting in peace.
Daddy and I are not particularly close. I am more of a Mama's girl. We have very few memories together. I remember him teaching me how to hunt for birds and how banks earn their profit. However, there is one memory that stands out right now.
Daddy was with me when I shot the image above. We were out buying crabs from fishermen in the island. In hindsight, the sunrise looked ominous, a portent of what will happen the following weeks. But I don't want to dwell on that.
For me, this was the first (and sadly, the last) sunrise I shared with my Daddy.
