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Sunday, June 17, 2012
Some time has passed since I spent an actual "Father's Day" in June with my dad in Cebu City - I'd like to think though that in the days and years before his death, all the time I spent with him was a "Cat's Daddy Day" :-)
The reason I use that term is due to one incident I remembered which happened back in the mid 1980s....
During my high school years in Cebu CIty, there was a library provided by Americans, housed in the old SSS building on Jones Ave. I have forgotten the name, but I really liked it because unlike the other public libraries existing at that time, it had airconditioning, was very "spic and span" and had lots of hardbound books which looked new and didn't make me sneeze.
One time I asked my dad to get a book for me there while I stayed at home for some reason or another.
He ran across some of my Theresian high school classmates/schoolmates who I had not introduced him to because they were not the ones I usually invited to our house for projects or for birthday parties or in the same class.
He was surprised when he passed by a table in the library and the girls said , "Ah! You are Catherine's dad! Good morning Sir."
He had smiled when telling me and he seemed quite proud of what happened.
So I don't know. Maybe it was just my imagination or its a little thing for some, but I was amused that he seemed quite happy and proud to point out as being recognized as my father.
Looking back, I'm glad that even though we may have clashed inevitably - and both my parents and I are quite strong-willed (and sometimes stubborn in the case of the females) so its not something that can be avoided - nobody who knew our family could say I ever gave him trouble.
Probably one factor why I was usually pointed out to as his favorite child and the reason why when something needed to be said to him or done by him, I normally got the short end of the stick either explaining it to him and getting him to do it..hehehe...
First year where I don't have my dad to greet on the phone. And its raining too...so a bit melancholy mood though am trying to cheer myself up indeed with the good memories...
But Dads are always around. Perhaps not accessible by a puny earthly phone but by a more direct hotline. Unlimited pa! You can always talk to him. Of course, he may not answer back. And that's really not unusual for a Dad is it? But you ca be sure he's listening. I talk to my Dad whenever I want. He doesn't answer back. But that's okay. That's almost how it was when he was alive anyway :-).
haha! in my case, we always get into arguments...so he answers back when he was still around..
this is true though, sometimes I just feel comforted these days talking aloud in my home to Dad saying this and that (course those who can see me probably think am losing my marbles talking to myself in my room) but it helps me think anyway so *shrug*
my mom says though he may be having too much fun with his barkada these days *drinking buddies*
memories to fall back on when the going gets tough :-)
sometimes I feel guilty...it just seems to me when I left to stay in Manila thats the time he just mostly stayed at home...sabagay most of his contemporaries had already died din...so in a sad way he only had me and my mom...
these days, I wish I could afford these tears, am more grimly focused on something else...but I agree, tears cleanse...though I hate the aftermath...I always end up with runny nose for more than a day or two...
The reason I use that term is due to one incident I remembered which happened back in the mid 1980s....
ReplyDeleteDuring my high school years in Cebu CIty, there was a library provided by Americans, housed in the old SSS building on Jones Ave. I have forgotten the name, but I really liked it because unlike the other public libraries existing at that time, it had airconditioning, was very "spic and span" and had lots of hardbound books which looked new and didn't make me sneeze.
One time I asked my dad to get a book for me there while I stayed at home for some reason or another.
He ran across some of my Theresian high school classmates/schoolmates who I had not introduced him to because they were not the ones I usually invited to our house for projects or for birthday parties or in the same class.
He was surprised when he passed by a table in the library and the girls said , "Ah! You are Catherine's dad! Good morning Sir."
He had smiled when telling me and he seemed quite proud of what happened.
So I don't know. Maybe it was just my imagination or its a little thing for some, but I was amused that he seemed quite happy and proud to point out as being recognized as my father.
Looking back, I'm glad that even though we may have clashed inevitably - and both my parents and I are quite strong-willed (and sometimes stubborn in the case of the females) so its not something that can be avoided - nobody who knew our family could say I ever gave him trouble.
Probably one factor why I was usually pointed out to as his favorite child and the reason why when something needed to be said to him or done by him, I normally got the short end of the stick either explaining it to him and getting him to do it..hehehe...
ah...sweet memories. I'm sure even from up there, he is still very proud of you
ReplyDeleteThanks heaps Nini for saying that *hugs, hugs*
ReplyDeleteIt's great for you to have fond memories of your Dad.
ReplyDeleteI can sense, you are his favorite in so many ways.
thanks Mar.
ReplyDeleteFirst year where I don't have my dad to greet on the phone. And its raining too...so a bit melancholy mood though am trying to cheer myself up indeed with the good memories...
But Dads are always around. Perhaps not accessible by a puny earthly phone but by a more direct hotline. Unlimited pa! You can always talk to him. Of course, he may not answer back. And that's really not unusual for a Dad is it? But you ca be sure he's listening. I talk to my Dad whenever I want. He doesn't answer back. But that's okay. That's almost how it was when he was alive anyway :-).
ReplyDeleteI am so glad that you have this memory to keep in your heart, Cat. So precious.
ReplyDeleteKTB likes this library, too. It's our favorite spot in the city. It's called "Jose Rizal Memorial Library and Museum". :-)
ReplyDeleteYuuuun! :-D
ReplyDeleteIt's one of the best feelings!
ReplyDeletehaha! in my case, we always get into arguments...so he answers back when he was still around..
ReplyDeletethis is true though, sometimes I just feel comforted these days talking aloud in my home to Dad saying this and that (course those who can see me probably think am losing my marbles talking to myself in my room) but it helps me think anyway so *shrug*
my mom says though he may be having too much fun with his barkada these days *drinking buddies*
memories to fall back on when the going gets tough :-)
ReplyDeletesometimes I feel guilty...it just seems to me when I left to stay in Manila thats the time he just mostly stayed at home...sabagay most of his contemporaries had already died din...so in a sad way he only had me and my mom...
oh thats nicer now...sa panahon namin, di pa masyado...
ReplyDeleteI visited that library last time I was involved in a school inter-dept debate...but its not the one I am referring to as the US library.
maybe Mommy Loy can remember what that US library in SSS used to be called...*brain-wracking*
tiring sometimes though on the tonsils :-)
ReplyDeletehaha...parang naging proud parent ka rin ah *wink*
ReplyDeleteOne of the best feeling for a child to feel. Anukabah. :-)
ReplyDeletecouldn't resist *wink*
ReplyDeleteI guess at this point you will remember more "proud moment" anecdotes. If a tear falls, that is just natural.
ReplyDeletethese days, I wish I could afford these tears, am more grimly focused on something else...but I agree, tears cleanse...though I hate the aftermath...I always end up with runny nose for more than a day or two...
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