It's my dad's BIRTHDAY today and if only he was alive then he'd be 75 already. We only had a small family celebration, SIL just cooked pancit and mom made some halo halo for us. It was a very great meryenda that we had.

Anyway, last night I dreamed of my dad and all I can remember was I was talking to him but I can't see his face. Not long enough, I woke up. I just I uttered " Happy Birthday, Dad". Wherever he is, I hope he is at peace now.