Skip to main content

Recuerdo de Amor

Everyday when I arrive at home tired from work, I usually go to the dining table right away and eat lunch. My sister and I usually talk for hours while eating and we talk just about anything and everything she can think of (Yes! she monopolizes the conversation). Yesterday, during our usual conversation, she suddenly blurted out a laughter and mentioned about the old letters she came across while cleaning her room forward slash office. The letters she was referring were from my father while he was working in Manila.

She said, "You should read Papa's letters and you would find out how much he cared for you before."

Didn't know what to say, only one word came out from my mouth.. "Really?!"

The conversation about the letters ended abruptly because of some disturbance which I could no longer remember. The chat was over but my sister's words were still resounding on my head... "you would find out how much he cared for you before.."

I stand corrected, not all memories of my childhood have been erased after all. I could still remember the days when my father and I cuddle on the sofa and he calls me 'bogoy' all the time, treating me like a son. I still remember the days when he brings me to school and the days when he goes out of his way just to pick me up with his taxi. And on our way home, he asks me the names of the streets we pass by and gives me one peso for every correct answer I give. I still remember the days when he teaches me how to play chess and even plays against me, in an effort to show me his most treasured tricks. He was always there for me and the memories of his love are still vivid.

However, besides the things that I've mentioned, all the others are already blurry. I couldn't even remember how our relationship became sour, when it started, and why we don't even talk today. All I now is that things are the way they are because of one single incident which didn't even involve me. I was just an after-effect, an unfortunate by-product of a then twenty-five year-old failed marriage.

Last night just before dinner, my sister showed me the letters so I read it with an unexpected excitement. Somehow, the knowledge of my father caring for me so much when I was still a child gave me a sense of hope that everything would soon go back to its proper place.

The letter dated back July to December 1994. I was still eight years old then, just on my second grade. In the letters, he mentioned how he struggled to work despite chaos at his workplace. He also mentioned about his health problems which prevented him from going to work. And while he greeted all of us, his daughters, I always had the special mention. That I should be good and not fail to go to school, that my sisters should take care of me and buy me bread after school, that they should buy me a bottle of 'Maggi Savor' because it suits my tastes (I actually didn't like it that much but just pretended to be fond of it because I knew that he wanted me to taste it).

Funny as it may sound, the 'Maggi Savor' reminder (which was repeated over and over again in his letters) showed me how concerned he was about what I eat. In his letters there was always a reminder for me to eat well because I was such a skinny malnourished kid. And aside from the repetitive reminder of performing well in school, he also told me to always recite a verse from Psalm 23 everyday. I used to recite the verse before him over and over again before he went to Manila, and surprisingly, I can still say it out on top of my head... "... even though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil for Thou art with me. Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me..."

True enough, those letters made me remember the love and the warmth that my father gave me when I was still a kid, the same love and warmth that I lost, and the same love and warmth that I'm hoping to find again. And with all the due honesty I can say that if there is one person in this world that I truly miss, it is my father.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Letter to Elisha Joelle Samarah

My Dearest Elisha, I promised myself that I would write about this day since the very first time I saw your cute tiny face at the Intensive Care Unit in the hospital where I delivered you. I told myself that I would chronicle the events so you would understand how great God is in your life and how you have come to be a miracle in your father and I's lives. However, I cannot tell you everything now for the story of how you came to be is too long for you to understand at the moment and too difficult for me to explain in writing. But, I'm going to try nonetheless, soon, little by little, and hopefully, the chronicles would be complete when you are old enough to comprehend. For now, let me just remember the sweetest yet the most difficult day of my life.  Your father and I did not expect you to come at that point in our lives. I, especially, wanted to achieve a lot of things and did not even think about settling down anytime soon. When I found out that I was pre...

Romans 1 is Genesis 3 Explained

Hello again! This blog became dormant again and now it’s going to have a reboot. I know that the last time this blog had a reboot way back two years ago I promised to write more often. Sorry guys, I wasn’t able to follow through with this promise due to busyness and just simply the distractions of life. This time I’m not going to promise anymore but what I’m going to do for sure is to try to write more often. Though I know, the entries would only come if and only if I cannot fight the urge to write. So here you go, I’m writing again. For those who visited this blog for the very first time, let me tell you that this actually started back when I was still in college. Back then, it was a very personal space and the things that were shared here were very personal things. So, if you try to go through the archive, you might find some things that are quite immature and some thoughts that I may or may not necessarily believe right at this moment. This was the very reason why I decide...

Dead to Sin

I have a confession to make. I sin.  That's hardly a surprise actually. All of us sin. However, the degree upon which we feel the shame and the guilt of sin vary from one person to another. Others feel a guilt so terrible that they condemn themselves while others feel sorry for what they have done but are able to shrug it off at the next moment. Probably for the most of us, we don't even realize that we have sinned.  I have learned nonetheless that there are some sins that you can easily avoid while there are others that make you struggle so hard you almost always want to give up. The sins that can be seen externally most often are the ones that are easy to overcome. But the sins that lurk in your heart -- the ones that other people wouldn't even know that you have (and most often than not you don't even know you have) -- are the ones that would make you think twice about your character. Then, one day, a thing or a person or a circumstance, causes that sin hi...