"I hate him!" Well all that's about to change. The shocking news (which was wrong) that I got last Saturday night sent shivers down my spine making me tremble and cry in the public bus station. Manang Claire happened to be the angel God sent for me to give me the comfort I needed at the hour. For a couple of seconds there, I was surprised to actually realize that I CARED about papa. No matter how much of an ass he's been my entire life, papa somehow played that part in my life (like the bad father) whom no one else can take.. No matter the title I give him, either the "Bad father," "Unloving father," or even the "Ungodly father," the word FATHER will always be there… He, whether I like it or not, will always be my father.
On our way to Pangsilathong, my mind just wandered why God's showering us with trials instead of blessings. But I'll never forget that moment at the bus. First I thought about Duke, he was my "Dog-brother" and I still find it painful to think of him dying at the arms of Chai and Mum, as how my subconscious mind pictured it. Then there's Chai who probably thought he was impotent because of how depressing his life might have been taking care of his "mini-store." The thought of him becoming a father is just plain depressing >_<. And now this...Papa crashing his motorbike on a prime mover truck. I wonder what he was thinking when the accident happened. According to my subconscious idea, the light that blinded him must've been God scolding him, "What you're doing to your family, you're doing to Me!! You need some chastening my dear son!" and then BAM!!... Like a rag doll hit with a baseball bat.
And for our part, God probably wanted to give us a taste of what it'd be like to lose him. Well, "almost" losing him was painful enough. Even just seeing him in his sitch made us all cry. Although my mind wouldn't stop asking, "Why the hell would he be fixing some stupid motorcycle at 3am??" (irrational!) Mom told me to just accept whatever reasons he's telling us to simply not make things even more complicated. *Sigh* still, I feel so sorry for what he's going through right now. When I talked to him last 2 nights ago, I found it really awkward since we never talk. I'm sure the feeling was mutual. But that was God's way of making us show him that we still cared for him no matter what.
Over-all, I'm really thankful God allowed this to happen. The things that we never do with each other as a family are happening now because of this circumstance. We still pray for the best out of this trial. And my prayer? That this would be a turning point for my dad's spiritual and emotional life. I know he needs this, and we just have to cooperate and do our part as a family.
And just knowing that like, the entire Christian community is praying for him and for us is just so OVERWHELMING!!! God works in ways we may never understand, but when we simply TRUST Him, they actually make sense :)