Prelude: We were asked by our writing teacher last night, to think of anything that reminds us of our family. “Something vivid,” Dr. George Garneau said.
“My final reducing advice can be summed up in two words: think small. Don’t rummage around in your past–or your family’s past—to find episodes that you think are ‘important’ enough to be worthy of including in your memoir. Look for small self-contained incidents that are still vivid in your memory. If you still remember them it’s because they contain a universal truth that your readers will recognize from their own life,” Theo (Dr. Garneau’s preference) said as he read the excerpts from our reading assignment that the great William Zinsser wrote.
The loves that makes me whole.
I am a proud daughter of parents, who despite their 37-age gap, managed to fight for the love they have for each other. Despite all odds, amidst all tribulations, their love survive the tests of time. Prelude: We were asked by our writing teacher last night, to think of anything that reminds us of our family. “Something vivid,” Dr. George Garneau said.
“My final reducing advice can be summed up in two words: think small. Don’t rummage around in your past–or your family’s past—to find episodes that you think are ‘important’ enough to be worthy of including in your memoir. Look for small self-contained incidents that are still vivid in your memory. If you still remember them it’s because they contain a universal truth that your readers will recognize from their own life,” Theo (Dr. Garneau’s preference) said as he read the excerpts from our reading assignment that the great William Zinsser wrote.
The loves that makes me whole.
I am a proud daughter of parents, who despite their 37-age gap, managed to fight for the love they have for each other. Despite all odds, amidst all tribulations, their love survive the tests of time.
And not withholding all adversities, amidst all storms, they fought for their love and remained loyal to it through all the years of their togetherness.
What is still vivid in my mind, is seeing my dad at the side of the bed, brushing a peck to wake my up my mom, for the breakfast he prepares every morning. “First lady, breakfast is ready…,” as he kisses her on the forehead.
For 12 years, (my age when he passed away), in every morning of our lives, that’s what my father reminds me of the most- The vision of a man whose heart is pure and gentle. He taught us, his kids, to love with no slightest fear, and to fight for all the people and things that we care about. And be always passionate in doing it.
My dad, his memories, and along all the virtues that he left us, helped me to define myself and have led me to the most critical awakening point during the darkest days of my life.
He taught me to read books passionately, commit to learning (go for masters, PhDs, or other degrees as much you can), and make a difference in the lives of the people I come across with, most especially, the less privileged (as a lawyer, he represented all his low-income clients for free).
But among all the greatest things that I have learned from him, it is to love deeply, that I truly cherish the most. For it really puts all things in places, when you love and give your all.
LOVE CONQUERS ALL
A love that blossoms in spring.
My dad represented my mom, in a criminal proceeding, after she defended herself from an abusive relationship.
After winning the trial, they got married. And my father adopted my two half-brothers, and named them his own.
Because of their wide age gap, a lot of people, some are even relatives, made their stupid assumptions that their love won’t survive. And that if my dad dies, “guarantee,” they (nosy folks) said, she is going to marry anew.
Well, they’re wrong! For my mom never did. She was 45, when my father died. But my mom, didn’t even went to a single date, not once, and never. And that made me so proud of her even more.
But I am glad, my father did not listen to those “bugs”. And you might be wondering why I stressed and tagged them bugs, forgive me, but that’s what they are to me. In all it’s meanings, they are all nothing, but bugs! And they should be thankful, for back then, I was still young, that along with my siblings, we just followed and listened to our mom; to be forgiving; not to react and to just let them go.
My father died when I was 12, and my mom was still in her prime. Yet, she never even entertained the thought of falling for another man. She struggled so hard to recover from losing him. Although, she tried not to show it to us, we know how much she anguished missing him by her side.
My mom never left my dad side, for the whole month of being bedridden before his passing, my mom stood by him, holding his hand; be awake or a sleep, she did not let go of his hand. And there was rosary in between their hands, for she never give him up. I truly admire my mother’s courage.
With all those storms, and dangerous people, my parents survived it all. Their love, did conquered it all!
And, that’s what they reminded me of-A love so true that blossomed in spring, flourished in summer, and kept growing flowers even in winter. And it is the love that makes me whole.
And not withholding all adversities, amidst all storms, they fought for their love and remained loyal to it through all the years of their togetherness.
What is still vivid in my mind, is seeing my dad at the side of the bed, brushing a peck to wake my up my mom, for the breakfast he prepares every morning. “First lady, breakfast is ready…,” as he kisses her on the forehead.
For 12 years, (my age when he passed away), in every morning of our lives, that’s what my father reminds me of the most- The vision of a man whose heart is pure and gentle. He taught us, his kids, to love with no slightest fear, and to fight for all the people and things that we care about. And be always passionate in doing it.
My dad, his memories, and along all the virtues that he left us, helped me to define myself and have led me to the most critical awakening point during the darkest days of my life.
He taught me to read books passionately, commit to learning (go for masters, PhDs, or other degrees as much you can), and make a difference in the lives of the people I come across with, most especially, the less privileged (as a lawyer, he represented all his low-income clients for free).
But among all the greatest things that I have learned from him, it is to love deeply, that I truly cherish the most. For it really puts all things in places, when you love and give your all.
LOVE CONQUERS ALL
A love that blossoms in spring.
My dad represented my mom, in a criminal proceeding, after she defended herself from an abusive relationship.
After winning the trial, they got married. And my father adopted my two half-brothers, and named them his own.
Because of their wide age gap, a lot of people, some are even relatives, made their stupid assumptions that their love won’t survive. And that if my dad dies, “guarantee,” they (nosy folks) said, she is going to marry anew.
Well, they’re wrong! For my mom never did. She was 45, when my father died. But my mom, didn’t even went to a single date, not once, and never. And that made me so proud of her even more.
But I am glad, my father did not listened to all those “bugs”. And you might be wondering why I tagged them bugs, forgive me, but that’s what they are to me. In all it’s meanings, they are all nothing, but bugs! And they should be thankful, for back then, I was still young, that along with my siblings, we just followed and listened to our mom; to be forgiving; not to react and to just let them go.
My father died when I was 12, and my mom was still in her prime. Yet, she never even entertained the thought of falling for another man. She struggled so hard to recover from losing him. Although, she tried not to show it to us, we know how much she anguished missing him by her side.
My mom never left my dad side, for the whole one-month of being bedridden before his passing, my mom stood by him, holding his hand. Be they were awake or a sleep, she did not let go of his hand. And there was rosary in between their hands, for she never wanted to give him up. I truly admire her courage.
With all those storms, and dangerous people, my parents survived it all. Their love, did conquered it all!
And, that’s what they reminded me of-A love so true that blossomed in spring, flourished in summer, and kept growing flowers even in winter. And it is the love that makes me whole.