Lolo Germiniano “Amang” M.M.
Traits I inherited:
flat, brittle nails (double huhu); cornick pinky-toenails (and the gift goes on – my kids, my nieces and one nephew have them too!)
a. Amang and I went to visit some relatives of his in another town. As a child I had motion sickness. During the trip Amang wasn’t prepared with a burp bag. I was doing my best to not to vomit, but it was becoming more and more unbearable. Seeing that I would explode anytime, Amang took off his bonnet and let me throw up in it! That was his favorite cap, and he sacrificed it for me.
b. Last year during Inang’s burial, I saw how deep a husband’s grief can be when his companion for many many years is gone. The grief cannot be measured by words, it can only be seen and felt. At the cemetery, people were lining up to see Inang for the last time before her casket was lowered to the ground. Amang just stood watching from afar. I asked him if he wanted me to go with him. He shook his head. His feet remained planted on the ground. He was not sobbing, but I could see loneliness so deep in his eyes. The line was coming to its end, and I have not gone up yet. So again I asked him if he wanted to go and see Inang. He just shook his head. I went up the mound and said my last goodbye to Inang. As I headed back to where Amang stood, the men began to lower the casket. At that point, I heard a loud and long wail. It was Amang. He finally broke down. Together with my other cousins, I hurried to his side. We all hugged and cried together.
Amang is still well and strong. I hope to help make his remaining years to be happy and comfortable.
And, Amang, you will never be forgotten. For each time I look at my feet and my children’s feet, you will always come to my mind. 🙂