This made me sad

During my struggle with the thesis, I couldn't help but daydream on the day it will be over and announce the good news to my husband, dad, mom, siblings and closest friends. Besides Bryan who supported me all the way and put up with all my "thesis tantrums", my dad constantly sent me text messages. Sometimes, out of the blue, he'll sent me messages saying he's at the church and asked our priest to pray for my defense. When I got everyone else's support while I was at the verge of giving up, it was my dad who had the greatest impact. It meant so much when he told me, "I just know you can do it." So without grasping what lies ahead, I told him he should not miss my graduation and he replied, "Of course I'll be there. I'll watch you." That simple text made me beamed all day. He's proud of me! 

Then today, before the baccalaureate mass, we were oriented what to do on our graduation day. It made me sad, but not obvious, when I heard they will only be giving two tickets per student for the guests. Of course, ticket number 1 is already reserved to Bryan. The reason why he's coming home next week is because of his wife's graduation. I gave the other ticket to my mom. I tried to weigh things also. The ceremony will be held at Puerta Real, Intramuros. It's an open field so obviously, it will be scorching hot and with my calculations, I think it will finish around 8 or 9 in the evening. As much as possible, I don't want my dad to stay under the sun because it may cause him headache. I don't want him to stay up late at night too (which will be expected on the graduation since they're coming all the way from Pampanga). I guess I'm just paranoid because he already suffered a mild stroke 5 years ago. So I told him not to sulk and explained the situation. He told me not to worry about him, it's okay. But my, I felt bad. I was heart broken! I spent 5 minutes staring at my phone, crying. I'm so sensitive with these issues. I'm still hoping for ticket number 3. 

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