earth run: father and son

earth run: father and son

Sunday, December 31, 2023

Traditions: A Family Thanksgiving

As the year gracefully folds its way to a grand finale, my family and I gather our laughter, gratitude, and appetites for our time-honored tradition –our annual year-end thanksgiving. It’s all about giving thanks, breaking bread together, and celebrating the journey we’ve navigated as a family.

It all begins with a humble trip to hear the early morning Mass -the centerpiece of this tradition. Just like the uncountable twinkling lights of the church retablo, there wasn’t enough time to count all the blessings of the passing year.

After Mass, our pilgrimage continues to a chosen breakfast place, where we share not just a meal but a buffet of gratitude. This tradition, a brainchild of mine, is where we take turns expressing our thanks for the myriad blessings of the past year, starting from the boldest to the baldest. NY resolutions can wait.

It’s not just about the grand achievements or milestones; it’s about acknowledging the everyday miracles, the laughter, even the tears and disappointments, and the unwavering support that binds us as a family.

Each heartfelt ‘Thank You, Lord’ becomes a mosaic, painting a picture of our collective journey throughout the year. This simple act of acknowledging our blessings becomes the glue that binds us stronger and more resilient as a family.

We’re not just content with thanking the heavens at the breakfast table; we’ve added another spread to our tradition platter –the daily rosary. As the clock strikes 8 pm, our family and the families of my brothers and sister converge online for a daily rosary prayer. What started as a pandemic-induced practice in early 2020 has blossomed into a tradition that has endured for nearly four years. It’s a virtual gathering of hearts (sometimes of chismis, too), a ritual that transcends the physical distance that separates us. My prayer is to carry this tradition into the golden (or platinum) years, where wrinkles outnumber strands of hair, and the family tree expands with new shoots.

On the professional front, the year brought forth new projects and clients that shine a promising light for the future. The conference calls may have been -yawn -endless, but so were the opportunities –a fair trade, I’d say.

Amidst the laughter, Rissa, the ilaw ng aking tahanan, beams with contentment. The keeper of our traditions, she orchestrates the clutter into a melody of love and order. Andre and Nikkei, each with their own list of joys, remind us that life, much like a K-Pop concert or a birdie in golf, is a celebration to be cherished.

As the year threw some health challenges our way (mostly mine🄹) I found solace in a truth that transcends the physical –the unwavering belief that God’s strength surpasses any ailment. Each setback became a stepping stone, a reminder that resilience is not just a word but a testament to the incredible power of faith.

So here’s to traditions that echo with laughter, to triumphs big and small, to family bonds that weather every storm, and to a new year that promises more adventures, more love, and more reasons to be thankful.

Happy New Year cheers to you, dear reader, and to the unpredictable, delightful journey that is life!

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Sunday, December 24, 2023

Someday at Christmas

You’ve probably come across Stevie Wonder’s “Someday at Christmas” on the airwaves at some point. I certainly have. But upon discovering a rendition by a choir, I thought differently good about it and decided to take a fresh and different perspective on the song.

I should mention that it was written not by Stevie but by Ron Miller and Bryan Wells, and though released in 1967, it remains timeless and relevant to this day and age. It sends a message of optimism and makes you dream and hope for a peaceful world.

Someday at Christmas there’ll be no wars
When we have learned what Christmas is for
When we have found what life’s really worth
There’ll be peace on earth

We celebrate Christmas every year -from September ’til the next September, no end Noel. But amid the bright lights and sweet puto-bungbong, I ask between bites, “Where is the love?”

Someday at Christmas we’ll see a land
With no hungry children, no empty hand
One happy morning people will share
Our world where people care

Yet, we keep on dreaming. I guess having Christmas every year keeps the dream and the hope alive. We find joy in giving and receiving gifts, albeit fleeting.

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime

This song has been my prayer -that the dreams the lyrics sing about will be realized by those after me. When world peace becomes as easy as hitting the high notes of this beautiful song while eating delicious puto-bungbong.

Maligaya at mapayapang Pasko sa inyong lahat!

Happy birthday cheers to You, Lord Jesus!

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Sunday, December 17, 2023

Wanderlust Legacy

One of the valuable experiences I’ve provided my children, which I unfortunately missed out on during my own childhood, is the opportunity to travel. Although my overseas adventures began late (after college), exploring various places has significantly broadened my perspective.

In particular, Andre, my son, has absorbed numerous lessons through our family travels. Even during their homeschooling days in elementary school, my wife and I made a conscious effort to set aside funds for regular travel, allowing our children to learn firsthand about different cultures and places.

As Andre progressed to college, his dream of visiting Europe and the Vatican City was fulfilled when he attended Focolare’s Genfest in Budapest. This experience ignited his passion for global exploration, and he eagerly looks forward to future travels. Since then, he has continued to cultivate a fascination for traveling the world.

The knowledge gained during his travels has become the driving force behind his valuable role as the COO (Child of the Owner) to the family business. I take immense pride in my son -my comrade in business and on the golf course, and the official family coffee barista.

Happy birthday, Andre! May your light continue to illuminate the lives of others, powered by your generosity with your time and resources.

Break 80 soon (with me)! Cheers!

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Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Spices of My Life

We love our bread. We love our butter. But most of all, we love spices.

Every time we travel or come across an ad on social media introducing new spices, we buy them. We have one for every kind of meal served on the table -from just enough zing to the strongest kick that can knock the daylight out of your throat!

Adobo is adobest, sisig is sumisigaw, chichawrong becomes chicharight, and every supper is super!

Spicy. Yup, for the past 64 years, if there are two-and-a-half syllable words that best describe the life I’ve had, spicy should be one of them.

For four years, I walked to and from high school, a kilometer-and-a-half away. Not every day, though. Sometimes, I’d ride behind the tricycle driver for a discounted fare when it’s raining or when in a hurry. I graduated with honors, and yes, with a new pair of trendy, bulky Glenmore shoes. Spicy.

I finished a five-year engineering course in four-and-a-half without a watch. I had the clock tower of Manila City Hall to thank for keeping me on time. During exams, I always positioned myself near the window so I can take a glance at the City Hall clock to know how much time I had left. Spicy.

I worked abroad for five-and-a-half years. During those years, I got to travel to Europe (backpacking) and Asia. Lost my passport, my money, and everything I had to live on in Spain. Spicy.

I got married at 34, shaved my head at 50 accepting the inevitable. Spicy.

The rest of my life you can read about in this blog.

Today is my birthday. I still have to break a 100 in golf! I’ve got something to look forward to. Spicy.

Cheers!

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Monday, December 4, 2023

Dream Unfulfilled

Today would have been our dear Inang’s 97th birthday. She’s been gone from our sight more than 20 years ago already. Back then, when we bought Christmas gifts for loved ones, it was also a time to get a birthday gift for our beloved mother.

While she and our dear Tatang were still alive, I dreamed of gifting them with a trip abroad. Unfortunately, the dream outlived their life and remained a dream, never to be fulfilled. At that time, I had limited resources, earning just enough for my growing family. And when there was enough for a bigger family vacation abroad, it was too late.

Dear, Inang. My heart is content even if there is an unfulfilled desire that remains. My faith tells me there is no place here on earth or in the entire universe that can compare with the visions you see and the beauty of where you are now.

Happy birthday! You know the drill. Mention our names to God face-to-face so that we may be blessed all the days of our lives here on Earth.

Cheers to you!

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