To my Beloved Uncle Bayoy,
Writing this and just tyring to formulate my grief into words to express my sorrow,
It is hard to do so when I have so many good memories of you.
Mostly my memories of you were of my childhood, when I was only a little child, a child that you would carry with your strong right arm. An arm of an Engineer.
Maka hinumdum ko when I was but a child, and I found out that you came back from Saudi, mo dagan ko sa balay ni Mama Luz--dagan as in pas pas jud. Hahaha, naka kita pood ko nimo, and na uwaw man ko to see you. Typical boy, uwawon, pero gusto gud mo hug sa ahong Uncle.
Ingoon pood ka, "Bran, dali dinhi."
Ning approach pood ko--ngano uwawon man ko adtong saunang panahon. Sigoro kai pariho man imung voice sa ahong Daddy. You were holding Jing-Jing in one arm, and then you came to hug me. Haha, lipay gud ko adto!
Bibo kaayo ang balay ni Mama Luz adtong panahon, kai ning balik gud si Engr. Roy Lucino!
Salamat kaayo 'Uncle Roy for the gifts and completing the home. Naka hinumdum pood ko mo adto ta sa Panglao sa imung Jeep. How can I forget your black jeep?
Maka remember ko clearly ug ikaw mo drive, mo lingkod pood ko sa pasaherong seat. I remember your leather shoes. It was stitched-worked. Crocodile leather ba to, di na ko ka hinumdum, pero lami jud kang style sa sapatos. Pariho style ni Daddy. Engineer-style sigoro to. Kai classy man kaayo. hehe.
Sus daghan man koy memoridad sa nimo, 'Uncle Bayoy. Daghang ko good memories of you.
I remember, na remember ko sa 1998 ning balik mi para sa funeral ni Lola Nating. The first person I saw as soon as i stepped out of the Airport in Cebu was you. You.
Immediately naka recognize ko sa imung mustache, imung mata, imung nawong,---kai parihong mustache style ni Daddy. Naka remember ko sa imung katawa-style. Kai it sounds like mine. Lucino GUD!
Uncle Bayoy, I miss you, I remember you, I mourn you, most of all, I adore and Love you.
Bisan dili na ta kakita face to face, bisan di nako ka sulti nimo diring yuta, sa kaning buhay nato, di man ko mo despair, bisan mo hilak ko, hilak ko karon as i write this, kaibao man ko dili man ni End. Walay end sa kining buhay nato, Uncle Bayoy. Our lives may change, but they do not end. Kai i know and i feel your presence. Naka hinumdum ko nimo, ang good memories, ang fond memories. And I know--deep in my heart--you are at peace. Uncle Bayoy...mingaw ko nimo.
Remember me, pray for us, who mourn and miss you.
Am sure, Jesus, in his open arms has already welcomed you.
You are such a beautiful, wonderful, and intelligent soul.
Wait for us, Uncle Bayoy. Uncle Bayoy...as you called to me when i was a boy, "Bran dali dinhi"
Gi kogos ko nimo, mingaw ko nimo..hilak ra lang ko..kai that is all i have of you. My memories.
Wait for me, Uncle Roy...Pohon, ill see you again. Pohon sa Langit.
I lOVE YOU.
Your Nephew,
Bran Bran
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