Visited my dad today; we just recently had a headstone put in, designed by yours truly, about 3 months late lol.

Masterpieces -Glenn Funk

Yes, that’s my dad.
It’s his 40th death day today (I don’t really understand it but it’s a tradition to celebrate it here), and I’m posting this song he wrote when he was younger, recorded years later and sang on his and my mom’s wedding— because everyone needs to hear and know at least a fragment of how amazing he was.
Oh, also, if you listen really closely, that’s my mom faintly singing harmony in the background. 

6:10pm. 18 Sept 2011.

We’re on standby.

Today.

This was my dad today— my mom holding up his iPad and him trying to Facebook with an unsteady hand and an open left eye, haha.

Since his surgery about a month ago, he’s still unable to move his left side, speak because of tracheostomy, or open his right eye because that part of the brain is still swollen, but he’s definitely improved somewhat. He can respond when we talk to him either by squeezing our hands or raising his eyebrows, jiggle his right foot din when he’s awake and there’s music, and as aforementioned, can now open his left eye fully, on his own.

It’s such a pleasure to take in these positive signs, but it’s just one part of the journey. The next part is much terrifying to me— because the tumor that was found in his brain (and was not entirely been able to excise yet) was malignant, chemotherapy and radiation are being started on this week.
But I hold steadfast on my faith, and I’m utterly grateful for the little blessings we’ve been receiving and for all the people who’ve made their love felt. And I’m asking, again, for whoever is reading this to include him in your prayers, and to those who still are, thank youuu<3

My buddies over the weekend.
I’ve been at the hospital, helping my mom out to look after my dad. I’m not usually one to hang my linen in publicand even more so to a blog that anyone and everyone can access, with a load of followers I’m not acquainted who probably don’t give a hoot, but I reckon it’s one of those “desperate times call for desperate measures” circumstances, so I’m just gonna lay it out there.

This was the second time this month my dad’s been admitted to the hospital. The left side of his body has been numb and uncontrollable; the doctors initially said that he had a mild stroke. Now, they found something in his brain that may or may not be a tumor. We’ve been trying to get other opinions from various doctors and waiting for test results, and as of now no one has an idea what exactly is wrong with him.

Five years ago, my youngest brother who was then 8 years old, had a tumor in his brain. Thankfully, the surgeon we got was amazing and he saved his life, but prior to that was the worst thing I ever had to go through, and now I, with my family, might have to endure it again.

I just keep puzzling over how something like this can happen to one family at a time. To see the man who’s always been the healthy, strong, active, and not even 50, suddenly succumb to not being able to get around without assistance and a cane or wheelchair which he calls his Porsche, or to frustration when he used to lift 75 pounds in the gym and now can barely lift 2 is just unbearable.
Watching someone you love suffer and not be able to do anything is one of the most dreadful things, ever.

But I believe that the Father has a bigger plan. My dad’s back home for the meantime and we’re still awaiting the results, and I’m entrusting everything to Him.

I’m also just asking for prayers from whoever took the time to read this, whoever still prays, whoever can remember to include one extra person in their daily devotions. It would mean so, so much to have my dad recovered and back to normal, and I thank you with all of my heart.

My supermegafreakinawesome dad who’s thoughtful, perceptive, generous and has a knack for surprises and giving the most amazing gifts haha. I really couldn’t ask for a better one<3

Happy father’s day to your daddies!