"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die..."
a time to be born and a time to die..."
Nene called while i was having a nap, after ingesting sinful portions of everything (rice, mixed vegies, roasted chicken, anchovies, salsa and avocado milk shake).
Tiyoy Paking passed away. It was a shock considering he appeared to be healthier than tatay is. The reliability of the diagnosis needs second opinion though, the verdict being the last stage of colon cancer. It's a good thing that his suffering was short-lived.
He was tatay’s official driver who stuck for a significant length of time, and it was a mean feat considering how difficult it was to keep up with schedules, not to mention “hot temper”. He’s been around since Volts started school until his retirement when I was in college. We, siblings three, practically grew up with him shuttling us to and from school on weekdays and riding through the boondocks of Araal or Himamaylan or wherever tatay's job took him on weekends. But one thing stood out in the numerous times we spent together. Back in high school and raging hormones, he’d give me the steering wheel and the stick shift to practice on way before tatay decided that I should learn how to drive. He would accommodate my many whims like accelerating so that we were practically at Tiyoy Rogelio’s tail and I had a clear view of Robel (my first really big crush) for blissful minutes. God bless his soul!
He was tatay’s official driver who stuck for a significant length of time, and it was a mean feat considering how difficult it was to keep up with schedules, not to mention “hot temper”. He’s been around since Volts started school until his retirement when I was in college. We, siblings three, practically grew up with him shuttling us to and from school on weekdays and riding through the boondocks of Araal or Himamaylan or wherever tatay's job took him on weekends. But one thing stood out in the numerous times we spent together. Back in high school and raging hormones, he’d give me the steering wheel and the stick shift to practice on way before tatay decided that I should learn how to drive. He would accommodate my many whims like accelerating so that we were practically at Tiyoy Rogelio’s tail and I had a clear view of Robel (my first really big crush) for blissful minutes. God bless his soul!
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