When John first came to see me, my father was so excited. I specifically asked him not to drink but he was drunk when we arrived anyway lol. My father was brave to deal with things when he was in the spirit of ginebra or beer. He wasn't shy to entertain John even if it meant that I had to translate what he wanted to tell him. He helped us get ready with the things we need for us to get marry on John's second visit. Unfortunately he did not make it till our wedding, he died the day on our arrival in Bicol. It was tragic and still painful for me but I have to accept that maybe it's meant to be. I miss you Papa!
Cheers to the best Dads!