growing up, i feared him. i visit my cousin's house and whenever we hear him come through the front door, we always head out to the back fast. he used to be my dad's bestfriend, my mom's brother whom she have a love/hate relationship with.
i didn't know him enough to truly appreciate him, but always regarded him with respect since he's my mom's older brother. whatever that went through between him and my dad didn't faze us their children from becoming close. he was a familiar site for years - a person whom i wished i shared a more fond relationship with like any other kids with their uncles. but their telenovela-ish family life prevented all that from happenning. he was known to be tough, stubborn, sometimes a mommy-spoiled rich kid who did not know any better.
Tatay... wherever you are right now, may your soul rest in eternal repose forever.
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