'TINATANGI'

Mama and Papa - Dec. 24, 1972 & a recent December...

I admire couples who’ve withstood the test of time, still staying strong after all these years. My parents are nearing their togetherness of four-and-a-half decades.

My father and I share the same preference when it comes to choosing life partners. We both have a high regard for women who are stronger than ourselves. He married his love 44 years ago and is happy being with her, while I am still aspiring. Pathetic me. I gotta give credit to my papa; although there was a time he was very “heavy-handed”, I never saw him hurt mama, not even once in my thirty-nine years of existence. I think that’s a strong reminder I will always owe him: to never hit a woman. I never have, and I hope I never will.

I remember when I got involved in an accident three years ago; a tricycle knocked me out momentarily, fractured my leg and busted my head. It was an inattentive, stupid crossing of a street. A sudden flash of red then the next thing I knew I was already sitting in the middle of the road.... gushing. I lost quite a considerable amount of blood: a glass full of or a pint maybe, in my estimate. I got two stitches at the back of my scalp for that. Now a part of my crown has a certain numbness and loss of sensation. Another reminder that life is temporal and we should be Thankful even for the things we take for granted. Everybody was asleep when I arrived home; my sister and two close friends fetched me from the hospital. I didn’t know it was possible that the whirling, spinning feeling inside my consciousness could be experienced even with the eyes closed. I thought I was going to vomit on myself at the first night. But somehow I managed to sleep. When I woke up, papa sat on my bed, held my bloody shirt, and cried. Mama simply said, “That’s life. It’s a good thing it didn’t ‘hurt’ you much.” I knew then that my mother was indeed stronger, in a lot of ways, than my father. It also crossed my mind that maybe she was trying to “balance off” what feebleness papa might have displayed at the time.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MAMA AND PAPA. I LOVE YOU.

While I believe that it is best to make a Cause – the Workings of Faith a priority in life, and not a person, I still long for someone. Maybe I’m just sad. And lonely.

I rarely get to like folk music.
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