I guess there is nothing sadder than seing a parent cry with defeat in the arms of the child that has caused him so much pain. To see the muscles beneath his eyes twitch involuntarily in protest of suppression. To feel his apology, yet not hear it. To embrace his trembling frame against your own.
To welcome a stranger back into your heart...
My father and I have not agreed in a lot of things. We have stood our ground and sufferred each other's silence. But how can you not cry when a father promises his child his presence, walking with you down the aisle, embracing what should be? How can you resist forgiveness when a figure so proud bows down in total surrender to your bidding?
I am Golda Concepcion, and my father will walk me down the aisle on March 18, on the day when Myke and I start our new life together.
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hi golda!
naiiyak naman ako sa post mo! inggit ako...coz i did not have the privilege to have my dad walk me down the aisle on my wedding day since he passed away 6 yrs ago. *sob* teary-eyed na naman ako...
Hey Golda!
I'm soooo happy that your Dad will be by your side on one of the most important events of your life.
Congratulations to you and Myke!
=)
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