Through My Father’s Eyes
Last night, I was showing my three-year old daughter my photo album which covers everything from baptism until college. I’d tell her stories about each picture and she listened attentively while pointing out Baby Papa every once in a while.
As I was going through my pictures through to elementary, my daughter saw a picture of her lolo and she said, "There’s lolo" and I realized that my father had very few pictures in the album because he was always the one taking the pictures (He was very protective of his camera :-).
I realized that what I had in my hands were pictures of me and my family through my father’s eyes, that the pictures, which rarely showed my father included a father who was very much part of the entire scene except that he was behind the camera.
My father died shortly after I graduated and in the midst of many challenges I face today, I find it consoling that my father, whom I loved dearly and who always was the epitome of God’s love for me, is probably still looking at me from somewhere in the great beyond.
