Hi there!
So, i'll make kwento about the passing of my Tito.
A week before the official start of classes, Tito Vic expired. He died of Liver Cirrhosis - siguro hindi na kinaya ng katawan niya. Pero infairness, nalampasan na niya halos lahat from rehab to hindi ko na mabilang na hospitalizations. Well, everytime naman kasi na lumabas siya sa hospital eh iinom na siya agad. Oh diba? Pasaway to the nth power.
Grabe ang mga happenings nung wake niya. Of course, there's a little crying (little lang talaga), little drama and emote, little politics, stress, food and dahil kakaiba ang pamilya there were tons of laughter.
A mass was held in my Lola's house, at ayan ako - Gospel reader.
Ayan ang mga taong nakapila sa labas, mga nakikiramay. Jusko, more fiesta talaga pag may patay.
At ito ang mga nakahandang pagkain sa kanila. I tell you, stress moment ito. Its like pakain para sa baranggay.
At ito naman ang mga nakahandang pagkain para sa mga so-called "VIP" - ito yung mga taong may passes para makapasok sa bahay (HAHA, joke!). Medyo bias ba?
Iba naman ang kanilang set of food and drinks.
Ganito ang eksena almost everyday ng wake. Puro pagkain. I swear.
Last moment na ito. Bye tito vic - you will always be remembered.
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Here's my eulogy during the burial of Tito Vic.
For Tito Vic
July 28, 1966 – June 06, 2010
Seeing tito vic everytime I come home to Lezo is not a relief neither a misery – its just I feel nothing. Most of the times he’s just ignored and I’m sorry for that.
Growing up with tito vic has two sides, just like two sides of the coin as they say. One side is the most familiar to all of us here present. It is the well drinking part, it is an accepted fact that tito vic lived the last phase of his life in alcohol – with his most favorite brand of ‘tanduay’ which I think we can already claim a dividend. He really got hooked with it.
I grew up seeing you gradually being destroyed by this alcohol alongside seeing mama, tatay, tita may, tita june, tita mars and the rest of the family struggling real hard how to keep him away from it – giving him the best medication ever from alcoholics anonymous, rehab, detox, hospitalizations, spiritual healing and the like.
But then tito vic, I saw that instead you giving up for us, we were the ones who gave up. Giving up in the sense that we became powerless, we became numbed, we were silent, and from a distance we kept our love. We murmured “kung saan ka Masaya, doon ka”.
The other side of tito vic is that he is simply tito vic. Inspite or despite of this shortcoming unknown to many he is an extension of tatay. I can feel it in my heart how he loved us all his pamangkins - from me, julienne, jovic, john, mikee, and gabie.
In your most humble and simplest way of showing what love is – cooking for us. Every time were on vacation thank you for seeing to it that we have food on the table when we woke up. Tito Vic, I have to admit you still have the best adobo and lengua ever. Your cooking prowess was a sight to behold. At our call, you’re always there for us – simply put you adore us.
In six months time its Christmas and you wouldn’t be around anymore. My siblings wouldn’t have any companion to finish a bottle of red wine.
Again, I’m sorry for having ignored your stories and questions, but at least I ate all the breakfasts you have served. Love and light tito vic, we will miss you and we love you so much.
Go and kiss papa for us.
