8/15/2005 6:29 pm
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This day has two important occasion, a celebration of my best pal's birthday and my brothers birthday as well,but in his loving memory...let me express my deepest sorry and regrets for not having you near ....my dear brother named Clarito or Lale ...this ones for you.
My brother, although he has a hearing problem who seem so meek and so friendly had to be content on everything he had gained in his life.All he has was his caring friends , and his being an apostolate member that set his destiny away from us. We,at home never had the chance of knowing that he had a health problem ...life was too short for him due to the infliction brought about by a head injury he had at his young mischievous age.An accident while playing tug of war when he was 8 years old,this head injury caused by a protruding steelbar might also deprived him of his hearing abilities.A bright student in school gaining honor rolls,a helpful lad ,and a lover of old music.How can I forget? Humming of his favorite songs everytime he cooks... his part on the division of labor our parents had assign us...the closest we've been for I was there to fill the waterdrums.If ever we had the chance,we sang together on duet... a tune called "Something Stupid" by Frank and Nancy Sinatra...I'll be Frank and he'll be Nancy...that's my way of consoling him if he's on tantrums...all I do is hit the first note for cue and he'll smile back when I grabbed his favorite "sand"...I'll move my face towards him to share the mic(sandok)like we see the tandem duet on television.And soon after,all his impatience on his duty subside until he's done.
We've parted ways when my aunt and grandma ask my father for him to help them in the household and to accompany as well.So we usually see him on Christmas Day for about ten years until he went back home after his tenure of voluntary help.
Back at home...now a fullgrown young man...He spent most of the time at the Church and as a Layman Apostolate ,conducted seminars in Cursillo houses.Religiously inclined, He never had the chance to have his own family until that tragic moment.One fine morning while on charity mission to deliver some notices, He was found slumping on the side of a city mall by some fruit vendors...moaning in pain...was rushed to a nearby hospital...comatose ...until the only fatal decision I have made in my entire life...His life at my mercy for my blessing...remove the respiratory tube for my brothers hopeless case...rushing to the hospital ...at his bed ....I reach for him and hold his hand and feel his slow breathing heart ....I bade my goodbye and asked his forgiveness for all my disciplinary actions on his insubordinations as brothers,for my scolding's
if his gone so long for his charity works and mostly for that kindness he had rendered to us and his most beloved friends... my salutation and admiration...nod my head for the signal...keeping that loud yell in my heart...until that flatliners.
Lale... Lale.....Clarito ...Wake up time for us to do our chores ...Words that will always remind me of my young brother comes August 16...My dear brother.
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