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Every year, during his birthday and death anniversary, I would always write about him. Those things that I still vividly remember in my mind. I couldn’t count the anecdotes and stories we have shared in the past. When I stopped working at the bank, Dad and Mom stayed with me. Almost every afternoon and sometimes when I am trimming the grass, he would sit on the ledge of our garage and regale me with those stories of long ago.

I remember, I first learned to read novels and books through him. He would borrow books from their library at the UST High school and allow me to read when I was no longer busy with school assignments. I graduated from those Mills and Boons stories back in high school and learned more reading genre when I started working as a student librarian while studying at the same time.

When we were in grade school, my  brothers and I stayed in the province with my grandmother most of the time when mom won’t be around to take care of us. When my two brothers and I started high school, they transferred my youngest brother here in Manila to continue with her grade schooling.  I remember those days when dad would come home every December break from school and he would bring along various groceries and old clothes (of students) from their school. Mom would distribute the latter to our neighbors  and sometimes  would even make alterations on the good ones for us to wear. I remember those days when Dad would make us sit and remove white hairs from his head. We would count them afterwards and Dad would give us some cents for candies…haha! I remember those days when he would harvest our Formosa pineapples  and cashews from the trees we planted together when I was a kid.  He loved fruits. He planted several coconut saplings when he retired from work, they are all bearing fruits now.

This is one of my favorite pictures of him which I have posted too several years ago. He was in his early eighties when this photo was taken.

I want to share these lovely quotes with you on fatherhood.

“I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father’s waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.”
― Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts

“My father didn’t tell me how to live;
he lived, and let me watch him do it”
― Clarence B. Kelland

“A father’s tears and fears are unseen, his love is unexpressed, but his care and protection remains as a pillar of strength throughout our lives.”
― Ama H.Vanniarachchy

 


Took a few photos this morning while the sun is up. They are the same plants but the flowers have survived the storm.

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Our grotto which we had constructed after my treatment ten years ago. We used to have Koi fish here.

I was surprised by this lovely Adenium, the flowers are no longer split.

 

A cluster of pink Vinca. Sturdy blooms.

 

A single-petaled Zinnia.

I harvested Calamansi before the typhoon. The two trees shed off some of the ripe fruits during the storm. I need to transfer my Papaya seedling soon.

Have a lovely Wednesday all.

 

It’s Gone


The sun is showing its face….finally.

The typhoon is now on its way to the West Philippine Sea but we are still under signal number 1. Most schools here in Metro Manila don’t have classes yet. It is still windy outside but the sun is shining bright and early.

I took some shots in the garden. Here you’ll see the lone calamity  of typhoon Tisoy, a bent street light in front of the house.

I have good news for you guys. Nissa is going home today. Just talked to her a while ago and she said she will just take a Grab car on the way home.

They measured the level of toxicity  (radioactive iodine) from the patient via the distance from where one is standing. When one is a meter apart, it measures ten, but if you are near her throat, it measures a hundred.  She’ll have another body scan next year. She told me her doctor is also surnamed Isidro so maybe, he is a distant relative of Obet. They came from the same province. Obet is from a family of doctors too. His aunt, uncle and cousin are all doctors.

Again, thank you for all your prayers. I forwarded your messages  to Nissa and she said you are all so sweet 🙂

It’s Windy Outside


This is one of those days when you can’t do anything except wait for the latest news about the typhoon which has a very wide ring band and talk to Nissa over the phone. Lazy, lazy morning. I cooked lunch early since it is so windy outside, there might me a power outage.

It is a good thing the rain is not too strong, I am wary of heavy rains because of flood. Hopefully in two days, the typhoon would have left the Philippine Area of Responsibility (PAR). It is most felt in the Bicol region where it has landed.

Nissa sent me two more photos of her breakfast and lunch provided by the hospital, she is eating more fruits though as advised by her doctor.  She is alone in her room, I told her to watch the news or sleep to have that much needed rest.

Breakfast that includes some sweets, champorado, slices of hot dog and milk.

Maybe that is Pork nilaga or sinigang and fish fillet for lunch.

She brought this along, sour fruits for the taking.

Pomelo and Oranges

It is still dark outside but the wind has somehow slowed down.

Thanks!


I am so touched by all your prayers and well-wishes for Nissa to get well soon, thank you so very much.  I am glad to have friends all over who show their concern and kindness to our family.

 

Prayer Request


Today Nissa was again admitted to the UST Hospital for her one time shot of radioactive therapy.  For the past two weeks her endocrinologist stopped her medication prior to her admittance but will resume after her isolation for three straight days. We can’t go there and visit her this time because of the radiation. The past days, her high TSH left her feeling weak, with ” fatigue, brain fog, muscle cramps, numbness, muscle and bone pain and bouts of uncontrollable crying and mood swings”. High TSH levels can mean your thyroid is not making enough thyroid hormones, a condition called hypothyroidism. I think it is necessary to make the treatment effective. The cost of that one-time treatment is quite expensive. She took a photo  of her room which is a little bigger than the one she had  before. There is another bed for a caretaker but no one in the family is allowed to stay there because of the effect of the radiation.

She sent me this photo earlier, a shot of her room at the hospital. We talked through messenger.

She is required to drink twelve liters of water during her stay.  They told her to eat sour fruits too.  Hospital food is sometimes too bland but this looks okay for dinner.

May I please request for your prayers for the successful treatment of my daughter? Thank you so much 🙂

Music Is It


Goosebumps.

I am having the time of my life what music and songs to upload on my tab from various YouTube selections. Josef taught me how to download them earlier so I won’t have to go online to listen. Google Play is definitely it. Downloaded them as MP3.  I call it my music library.

Now I am listening to some classical music selections of various composers while I am updating our Catholic page on Facebook.  Talk of Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Debussy, Vivaldi, Chopin and many others. I recently read a somewhat historical novel in the box set that I found featuring some music of the great masters. I wrote down some titles which I am trying to find on YouTube. So far, so good, they are all there. What a lovely change from  the noise I often hear being sung today. Perhaps not all of you would agree with me that today’s brand of songs and music are too noisy.

Music soothes the  heart and the soul. Am I right? They bring that inner joy much like finding a good book that you can relate to. Spring Waltz 2 by Chopin is the best and the Four Seasons by Vivaldi, Claude Debussy’s Clair de Lune.  Rachmaninoff’s Rhapsody always reminds me of the the movie Somewhere in Time which I watched three times I think. Love them all. I remember Nate’s CDs when he was small and Nissa bought them for him to admire. They have some of the best tunes and piano selections that could put a child to sleep.  Soft and gentle tunes so pleasant to listen to.

What kind of music do you go for? I still listen to the 60s and 70s  songs most of the time.