"...and the cold breeze comes freely into the whole expanse of the room from an open window; the gentle sway of curtains belies its phantom entry. Though cold, I still welcome the breeze`s unsolicited entrance to our private moment." 

The room I entered in is wide with large windows open on the west side. A set of sliding capiz-window fully retracted on both sides. The wide-planked hardwood floor is immaculately glossy though dents and scratches due to its age are apparent in some areas. From the hallway, the occasional sound of footsteps is muffled by the room`s thick wall.

It was almost twilight, and the cold breeze comes freely into the whole expanse of the room from an open window; the gentle sway of curtains belies its phantom entry. Though cold, I still welcome the breeze`s unsolicited entrance to our private moment. Somehow, it masks the repulsiveness of antibiotic and medicine permeating the air inside the whole room, and distills my own mixed and unlearned feelings of the situation.

I sensed it was trying to let me do the right thing.

"Go hug your dad! It is cold; he is cold. Don`t you see?"

I would have hugged my father right away and long enough to know that I love him for he must have been cold and empty. No one was there. Laying in bed with disarrayed assortment of medicine on top of a metal side table at the hospice was my father, all smiling and looking at his youngest son. It seems that forgiveness and calmness has already settled on his spirit.
 
That would be the last time I'd seen him. It's been 22 years since then.

I miss you so much Tatay!