My father died 28 years ago today. This year would have been his 70th birthday. I don't have much recollection of him except for those times when I went with him in some of his visits to friends outside town. There were also those moments where he would play his guitar as we sang along with my siblings. Besides these, all of my memories about him are probably products of my imagination and wishful thinking. I feel that there are so many things we never got to do. So many conversations we never got through. It was difficult growing up so how I'd wish he was there to guide me through. They say that when one dies, his/her soul flies away. Wishfully, I want to chase my father's soul, so that even if it's just for a day , we can spend time together again. I want to tell him now that his death taught me how to stand on my own. Many times I felt as though I can’t do it without him. I tried so hard to see things through and become the person he wanted me to be. Really, ...