A Christmas Challenge

Two years ago, my father passed away. He died just a month after one of the happiest days of my life, my wedding. He also passed away 11 days before Christmas in 2009.

Papa was already diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2005. I was the only family member who was with him as the doctor told us the diagnosis; my mother having passed away in 2001. He was on the 2nd stage of the disease. Papa’s treatments took place in the next four years. Papa, who was a brilliant lawyer and who is used to be physically strong and very capable of making his own decisions, was often mad at me whenever I remind him to follow his treatments and make some changes in his diet, his lifestyle. And which father or parent, after all, finds it an easy thing to take “directions” from a child that he used to carry in his arms as a baby?

Learning early of the diagnosis of my father gave me the opportunity to make needed closure with him over unsettled issues. I consider this a blessing since it would have been a different scenario had he died of an accident or of a sudden heart attack. I remembered some of my childhood and adolescent misdeeds known only to me (and to God) which I then confessed to my father. This made my father smile. It did not matter to him anymore, he said. After all, I am all grown up. But it mattered to me to be able to tell him. It was healing for me to be able to do so.

Papa lost about half his usual weight when he passed away. He had made peace with His God and he had told us, his children, that he was ready to go. When he did that 2nd Monday in December 2009, tears came. Then there was the flow of cards, flowers, practical and financial help from friends and relatives during the wake. People who both knew Papa well and those who knew him by his work as a lawyer, as a public servant (Papa served as Provincial Board Member of Bohol for two terms; he had also served as Integrated Bar of the Philippines president) came to bid their goodbyes. We wore white during his interment, which was four days before Christmas day.

It was a good thing that one of Papa’s very close friends, a former mayor, welcomed my husband and I and the rest of my siblings to their home on Christmas day. In a very practical way, this lessened the grief we were still experiencing. It also eased somehow the reality of being an “orphan”. It was our first Christmas, after all, without both our parents.

Even if it was such a difficult Christmas season to go through, there still was the reality of God’s comfort. He was really there with us even in that very challenging time. I also came to experience once more how other people can help one heal. It is truly a wonderful thing when people reach out and show concern when one loses  a loved one. Faith in God and the comfort extended by others made grief much easier to bear that Christmas time and beyond.

Papa & me in 2007
Papa & me in 2007

Finding Art in the Flood


While my hubby and I were in Bangkok last October, we had the chance to drop by the Bangkok Art and Culture Centre (BACC) and witness the exhibit “Mueng Jom Nam.” There were several paintings on display along with other art expressions in line with the theme.

The exhibit is still open to the public until January 2012.   BACC is located at the Pathumwan Intersection, facing the MBK and Siam Discovery Centres.

As my hubby and I left BACC, I thought that the flood might be threatening to cut short our visit in Thailand but art and yes, life could go on no matter what.

Note: There is no admission fee at the BACC except for special exhibitions.

History in a Seat


History fascinates me. And so when I travel, even without meaning to,  I always end up getting facts and photos of a historical place, some artifacts and the people behind them.

On a trip to Bohol, Philippines with my hubby, we dropped by Baclayon church. It is one of the oldest churches in the Philippines. By the way, Bohol is my land of birth.

Adjacent to the church is a convent which has been transformed into a museum. What caught my interest as we went inside the church were some antiquated pews. These pews were said to be of use during the Spanish time (during the 1500’s-1800’s when the Philippines was made a colony of Spain). Apparently, if you were a government official during those times, your pew or seat would have a specific seal or design.

The photo shows one of the wooden pews, reddish brown in color, with the remarkable seal on it.



UPDATE: Bohol was hit by an Intensity 7.2 earthquake last October 15, 2013. Baclayon church incurred heavy damages.