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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

 

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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 🙂

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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 🙂

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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.

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Haha! No blog post for three days 🙂

The thing is, I was again distracted reading lovely books which I could not put down. When you are focused on something else, blogging takes a back seat.

It’s been a rather busy weekend. Finally, Josef and I are done with grocery shopping which is good until New Year (the first week of 2020). I have to make a list so I won’t forget. Still I have to go back this morning to search for items that I clearly forgot. Now I remember,  I forgot to buy a roll of aluminum foil which I will use for my Embutido.  Another trip to the supermarket  one of these days. Senior moments indeed.

Ah, according to my Christmas clock, there are 43 days more to go before Christmas. We were able to squeeze in putting up some decor over the weekend.  Around this time the past few years, you would notice almost every home decked with Christmas lights and lanterns, they’re now missing though. Maybe it’s because economic hardship in our country is so glaring,  most people would rather spend  on necessities for their daily needs. Anyway, we could always spend the season quietly as long as we know why we are celebrating, right?

The nights are getting colder and we still experience thunderstorms now and then. Looking forward to PAGASA’s declaration of hanging amihan when the Siberian winds bring in the cold weather. Those are the days when you truly remember the loveliest season of the year which is of course Christmas.

I asked Josef early this morning why he was wearing a t-shirt and maong pants. He said that it is a holiday in the US today and since they are working in a US bank, they are allowed casual wear at the office.

HAPPY VETERANS’ DAY  to all my friends who live in the US.

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I’m humbled reading another lovely book by Charles Martin. It is actually two books in one, the first is called The Dead Don’t Dance and the second is Maggie. The two books need to be read together.

It is categorized as a love story, a contemporary one that breaks your heart, touch it and give it back again and  it uplifts your soul. The quality of writing, the depth of characters …just perfect. Maggie and Dylan have endured those family upheavals but they are blessed and lucky to have supportive friends around them. I also love Amos’ character as the best friend of Dylan and the ever elusive Bryce who is a multi-millionaire but lives a simple and quiet life and a  friend of the couple. When things look the darkest and hope seems like a far-fetched dream, that’s when the tide turns for the better.  Maggie’s character seems like so weak but Dylan’s has all that ingredients of being strong, true, faithful and hopeful.

You look at life when it is staring at you hard in the face, you look at your relationship with your family and your friends and all the people you meet in between and you wonder, will I ever have a good and meaningful life ahead?

See for yourselves how the story unfolds. You might enjoy reading it too.

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This is actually a repost. I had it published last October 5, 2012 when most of you (those who are regular visitors here haven’t seen it yet).  It’s like a series because I have other posts like this throughout the years. This is the first one though, the title is borrowed from one of Mary Oliver’s books.

Gosh, just looking at the book cover makes me drool! Just looking at the title reminds me of those early mornings when my mind is pregnant with words, words that sometimes play in my head but when I have the chance to jot them down, they always vanish like thin air. It’s the latest book of Mary Oliver and it’s not yet out in the market. Mary Oliver is a favorite author, a favorite poet. So I am borrowing the book title for my blog today and wish that there would be  a thousand mornings more to enjoy life and to share the joys to others.

A Thousand Mornings And More

Living life one day at a time and enjoying every precious moment. You might think, that’s hard to do but when you’re living on borrowed time, everything  is deeply felt and the heart gets appreciative of all the love and concern thrown your way. When you are given a second lease at life, every dream you hold is precious too.

Yes, I’m grateful for old friends  who after all these years are still here. I  see them now once in a while but the love and camaraderie are still there after all these years.  I am grateful too of new-found friends who are so supportive of what I do, loving friends whom you could bare your soul without being judgmental.

Waking up to a lovely sunrise. Sunrise and sunsets, they never fail to make me smile. Seeing the dawn breaks and watching dusk fall. How lovely! And how mysterious the clouds could be some time. Next to flowers, they are actually my favorite subjects when it comes to tinkering with my camera.

Taking a few shots of my garden blooms.Ah, what could be more beautiful than seeing  and smelling the sweet scent of a flower in one’s garden?

Growing old…. gracefully.I’ll be celebrating my birthday in three weeks  and it makes me a little excited. And I remember  a text sent by a close friend before my birthday four years ago.

In a dream I saw myself walking on a beach with the Lord, carrying someone in
His arms.

           It was you. Nainggit ako…
Jesus felt my envious tone when I asked:
“Lord, why siya karga Mo, di ako?”

With a gentle voice
He said:
“Don’t be jealous my child, sya may RAYUMA, ikaw wala pa”.

That pretty sums up what one actually begins to feel when one is adding years to her life.  And it’s not only the “rayuma” thing but you  feel that some parts of your body are out of  joints probably  needing a bit more stretching on the side and a few meters run in the oval behind the house.  Things are different now though, I have to take things easy, be more mindful of being stressed. I do get easily tired nowadays. I wonder if that is still the effect  of chemotherapy drugs, I hope not.

I’ve never been obsessed with counting the passing years. As they say, age is just a number. Twenty or fifty, it really does not make that much difference. What is important is how you look at life and how you deal with it. There is always that subconscious effort to do your best be it a simple thing like prepping yourself  to look good in the eyes of others or facing a gargantuan task and responsibility of raising a family. But then, you still manage amazingly well.

Whoa! The past days have been good, thanks to a loving God Who is always there silently egging me on, reminding me to keep grounded, making me feel loved and cherished. A loving God Who never turns His back on me just because at times, I forget that He is there. A big thank you for a loving family, two wonderful kids who are my fulfillment of a dream. Thank you for the loyal friends who have always been there through thick and thin, and new ones  who accept me unconditionally and treat me like a long-lost  friend.

I remember a few birthdays back, my two kids had this habit of waking me up in the middle of the night, no lights on but a flicker of a candle and their merry voices singing “Happy birthday Mama”. Who would not be touched by that? I’ve always felt emotional when it comes to such things.  Or maybe, birthdays allow you to cry a little ….keeping attuned with yourself that somehow you are really growing old…..gracefully.

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