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Posted Feruary 05, 2010
A Literary Therapy
(So Far Away)
As a mode of bookish treatment, I am
sharing some thoughts with you about the difficult condition I cope with regarding
the health of my biological Mother and the general concerns of knowing both my
biological and foster Mothers are facing problems without me being around to
help them.
I was born without a Father but
blessed with two wonderful Mothers – Violeta, my biological Mother and Florence,
my foster Mother. I was 19 when I finally met my Father, the late Rodolfo Casipit
Diaz and numerous members of our clan from Buli, Muntinlupa, MM, Sta. Rosa and
Calamba, Laguna.
When I left home to Dubai, it was exactly 34
years, 11 months and 2 days of magnificent moments at the ‘Dakkel nga Balay’ in
San Esteban – the place of my first breath and cry. It is where I was reared,
grew and developed with love, contentment and Godliness with the forebears of
the Ramirezes, Vergaras, Empleos, Guzmans, Europas and Mendozas.
With
almost every scene as a heaven to me, I forgot that I am getting older and my
wonder Moms are old. And that I went away to earn for a living and think about
a better future. Distance made me recognize a touch. The madness that subsists
in everyone’s family home which for so long we just understand as customary
conduct is really madness.
As I grope for more words to say, I
cannot hold back my tears of painful remembering. Apparently, this is written
in sadness and in despair. Whenever I think about my Moms, I become aware of
all natures of new strangeness and thoughts that I just need to impart with
you.
Let me thank all of you for all your
prayers for the successful operation of my Mother, Violeta. She underwent a
Total Abdominal Hysterectomy Salphingo Ooperectomy after they found out that
she has a Right Ovarian Tumor. She shared the same fate with my Mother, Florence who had the same
operation 9 years ago. I thank also those who chose to write in with their kind
thoughts. All are much appreciated.
Another reason I write about this
matter that is phenomenon and the thoughts and challenges that it triggers for
me personally, is that I am sure the theme resounds with all of us who are
working in a land away from our dearest. As I contemplate deeply, the detachment
that exist between us and our folks need not only be physical, but the
separation caused by the Mother Child full of life and the effort to play those
pre distinct responsibilities in what is surely one of the greatest challenges
of life.
I have cultivated with my two Moms.
In many ways, I am so my Moms, they are complete angels who have hearts as big
as planets. They give so much of their selves keeping in contact with not only
our relatives but also all of my friends. I appreciate that despite old age,
ailments creeping up on them; they have fantastic spirits and keep themselves
as active parts of the community. I know that between us, we have love and
respect for each other that words alone cannot capture.
To point out lastly is the fate that
comes our way. Perhaps, I am made stronger and a fighter but human frailty as
they say, still exist deep inside. It is therefore promising to have more of
these trials to continue the struggles and learnings of life. What is important
is we survived.
February 4, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
To my DEAREST MOM, FLORENCE
May the GOOD LORD BLESS YOU MORE
Especially with GOOD HEALTH
And may HE KEEP YOU with your LOVE ONES ALWAYS AND FOREVER!
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
I’M PROUD TO BE A SAN ESTEBANIAN!
EBAN NAK! EBAN TAYO! AGBIAG!
eAFTERTHOUGHT at arthzbarrey06@yahoo.com for
suggestions and comments.
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