Cunning Baboy

It is not about how long you lived, but how well you did.  Indeed you lived well. We remembered…people did. July 29 was the saddest homecoming I ever had. The weather is gloomy, the heaven is crying with us and the lights are out. The whole universe seems to be mourning with us as we lost the pillar of our home, the very person we see as epitome of strength of character and selflessness. We lost our father. Our lives will never be the same again; every meal will not be the same. A vital fraction of our every smile, the pillar who keeps us amidst life’s adversities is lost. Your sudden death is almost unbearable to us, your sons and nanay. Yet the stories of people you have touched lessen the pain. Indeed, you fulfilled the dream of leaving your good name as a legacy to your family. We felt their love, prayers for strength and support. To your last days you ensured that we will not be thoroughly burdened, that there will be people who will be with us…. to help us, support ...

Fatherhood is indeed destined. In my elementary years, I dreamed of becoming a priest, that the congregation would call me Father. After realizing the intricacies of the vow on priesthood, sabi ko pwede pa din naman ako maging father, for my own, little congregation, my own family. Now that its realization is within 9 months, I have mixed emotions. The highest level of excitement engulfed my nerves, gusto kong sumigaw, YES HINDI AKO BAOG! Fatherhood suddenly brings me to a new level of maturity and seriousness. Suddenly I became oblivious of life, nega peeps and month-end stresses. Just a thought from mostly ranting, should this circumstances change the aura of my blog? Can this be the new Daddy’s blog? Be threatened, daddykuri. Hehe.                                                                 ...