No exact descriptive words to describe my departed parents and how blessed we are to have them in our lives as our loving parents. We are eleven (11) siblings in the family, three sisters and eights brothers., I am the 8th child. My parents were from Pangangan, Calape, Bohol who at first built up their love-nest in that unperturbed yet scenic island, their union produced five of my siblings. My Papa was then a fisherman as he fondly and proudly narrated to us how they lived before in Bohol, he even engaged in tuba gathering, a coconut climber by expertise during his heydays, a job that requires strong determination, one false move on top of the coconut tree and you’re ….. My parents lived in a descent way despite that somewhat impoverished situation that triggers their desires to look for a greener pasture in the Land Of Promise in Mindanao , tugging along my five (5) siblings which were all in their toddler/ younger years during those dire needs. My parents found shelter and had settled in Diatagon, Lianga, Surigao del Sur. Because of my parents’ diligence and enthusiasm, they again, produced another six (6) children including me, all boys, lucky enough that family planning had not been introduced before… for being the 8th child in the family is really far from reality and possibility. From being fisherman, my papa did not lost his hope for his children, he had a positive outlook in life, aspiring that someday.. somehow his effort would be rewarded. His eldest brother in the name of Felipe Ytac, who was then a Public School Principal in Calape showed much concern over the situation of his younger brod in far-away land, away from Bohol, visited him in Mindanao and even offered some helps to alleviate the situation. God did not forsake my parents in their endeavor .. as the years passed by, they managed then their own business, had a home to call our own in a strategic area in Diatagon they even engaged in various ventures. Both of them, my Papa & Mama were then business-minded, papa was a great provider, our teacher, (we really appreciate his intelligence), a great disciplinarian too, to the extent of letting us knelt on the beads of corn grits as we committed some unpleasant actions & mistakes and my Mama was then our refuge, our protector who even begged for mercy to Papa not to harm us or else, Mama would face /confront him .. and their LQ (lover’s quarrel) erupted. (kanang ilang away mao na’y hinungdan nanaghan siguro mi, buyag..!
..) Anyway, that’s the real heart of being a mother I can see thru my own Mama. They reaped what they have sown, for almost all of us had finished a Degree. My parents union lasted for fifty five (55) years before God called them back to HIS glory and never seen Pangangan anymore , their birthplace as they closed their eyes for their final breath … during their earthly life, both of them were involved and active in some Catholic church organizations & activities such as Cursillo Seminar Movement (de Colores), a Devotee, GKK (Ginagmay’g Kristohanong Katilingban) Leaders and the like.. They emulated & exemplified us with their good deeds and rapport. To Papa & Mama .. you're always in our hearts and mind.. wherever you maybe…
Hinumdumi sa kanunay… “kung aduna kasing-kasing daling masakitan, puno sa kalooy ug paghiguma… kana,
kasing-kasing sa usa ka inahanâ€..
Hi Lorenzo..
.. thanks for your topic about parents….
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