A father of four, a husband of 55 year old pure Caviteña, and a certified voideoke king of his time. A true friend and a man with dignity. A very diligent person and humorous one. No one expected of what he is in now.
Wearing his favorite blue checkered polo and faded maong pants, carrying a huge bag, he leaves his family in Cavite to work in Cebu as an electrician. He is the one who is willing to sacrifice just for his family.
“I am satisfied to see you happy, to give you a better life is my felicity”—Jess said to his family before he leave on January 7, 2008, a week before the 18th birthday of his eldest daughter.
August 16, 2008, seven months after Jess go back to Cebu, in just a snap, ambiance vary quickly. A happy family gathering during fiesta turns to a very emotional night as they heard the bad news. A nightmare that they didn’t think even in their dreams. The head of the family is now suffering in a severe lung cancer, too many complications. His boss informed his family that he is confined in one of the hospitals in Cebu with a very critical situation, he is 50:50.
August 17, already six in the morning when his wife reached the hospital. She travels from Cavite to Cebu overnight. He hasn’t able to bring their children there because of financial problem. She saw her sick husband lying on the bed, with a hose on his mouth, three dextrose and other apparatus attached to his body.
“Why are you here? Where did you get your money? How’s Sarah (their youngest child)?”—continuous questions that he asked to his wife in a stammering manner.
His wife simply grabs his hands and suddenly precious water from her eyes run down.
“Why don’t you tell us? You are suffering too much. You carry all the burdens alone for a long period of time.”—his wife said.
All along, they both tried to be tough for their children. Behind his serious situation, Jess still finds time to think of his family. The sake and future of his family is what is in his mind. The expenses for the job application of his one and only son, the expenses for the schooling of his college student daughter, the necessities of his 17th year old daughter and the love and care that his child deserve.
August 18, the cool videoke king daddy, the sweet and thoughtful partner, and the cheerful friend make his last breathe. The four corners of the room were covered by sadness and sorrows. Now his wife is widowed, their children are happened to be orphan, and all of his friends lost this very generous man.
This coming August 2009, we will commemorate the first death anniversary of my father. Maybe my dad wasn’t be able to attend my debut last year, and he can’t witness my graduation hopefully next year, but I am really proud of him because he is one of the best and will always be the best in our hearts.
THANK YOU AMA!
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