It's Friday once again, meaning the next two days would be weekend and my day off. Finally, I can sleep later than usual and wake up without being bothered by the time. I need to call my mom later, and we need a lot of things to discuss for the upcoming first death anniversary of my dad which is two weeks from now. Filipino tradition if you’re Catholic usually is to offer a mass for the soul of your dearly departed one. And going to the cementery and offer flowers, candles, and prayers. We actually have a prayer called Novena, which was passed on from our ancestors by the influenced of the Spaniards during the time they settled here. And the one leading the prayer is reading a booklet or even memorized all the prayers in Spanish. I can't wait to go home, I just want to be there and somehow let my father feel my presence in his tombstone. It's hard to express but even though I don't feel his presence, he will always be in my heart and would love him always. He made me the kind of person that I am now, and I would be forever grateful that.