Today is my father's birthday. His name is Alfonso Kabigting. He died eleven years ago. I was 16 then.
He died at a time when I needed him the most. I needed him to beacon me in making important decisions. Choices that will serve as the cells or building blocks of the kind of man I will become; decisions that will have life-long and indelible repercussions.
And now that I'm a grown man, I can hear the echoes of those choices and decisions that I made; disturbing sounds that get amplified by the emptiness of my soul.
Maybe what I'm feeling right now is what they called the "quarter life crisis."
Because I'm smacked in the middle of a crossroad, naked and vulnerable. I'm in a limbo, in the middle of nowhere.
I wouldn't be in this predicament if my father is here with me to celebrate his birthday.....