My Father’s Legacy

The legacy of a father is not of what material inheritance was left
but how his grandchildren are well brought up to be good human beings.

My Father on His Garden Every Morning

Dad on his old morning routine

This is true with my Dad. He was born poor and he died as one. He neither finished high school nor even got a really stable, fix earning, long-term job in his life. He was a taxi driver, a carpenter, a mechanic in his own ways, a secretary of an urban poor organization, a jeepney driver and perhaps a farmer in his younger days.

He remembered his grade school days walking kilometers to go to school and helping his teacher so he could get some free snacks. Striving to live and survive till his last breath, it was like that is the life meant for him.

Dad, along with my Mom, built a big family, with 6 sons and 2 daughters and 16 grandchildren as of the current count (most are boys). Well, that’s already a legacy in the making.

I am proud to say that even though the environment where we grew up was a shelter of some nasty drug addicts, no one among us ever got into addiction. I would say not because of fear to my Dad, but because of our respect to him.

We are taught to cook, learn the household chores, study hard and be satisfied with what we have. It is not that he never wanted us to aim for betterment in life but if we wanted something more, we should work hard for it. We all graduated high school with the exception of us lovely daughters who made it to college, something that both my parents were not able to do in their younger days. They always say, education is the only inheritance they could give us.

Seeing my nephew and nieces recently, I know that my Dad’s teaching have been passed. The love and care to one another is evidently there. How the older cousins take care of the young ones are definitely touching. My husband always says that they are being raised as good kids.

The legacy of a father is not of what material inheritance was left but how his grandchildren are well brought up to be good human beings. It is my hope that this will be passed on to my father’s grand, grandchildren.

My Father Loves Coffee in the Morning

My father and his morning cup of coffee

As the saying goes, “Gone but never forgotten”, my father was the man who pushed us to where we are now. Before his last breath, he was surrounded by family and friends who loved him. Before he died, we are all unified in prayers that if the Lord cannot give him the miracle of healing, may God accept him in His kingdom.

Rest in Peace, Papsi! Love you!! You will be missed.

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Ymatruz is the author of poetry book: The Coffee Cries Foul. She founded PoetsGig.com hoping to accommodate works of other poets and writers, anywhere in the world. She also writes about her blogging and migration experience on PoetsGig. Her motto: "By experience you learn. By embracing mistakes, you become a master of perfection."
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2 thoughts on “My Father’s Legacy

  1. Anonymous says:

    After ko basahin 'to, nag isip pa ako if magcocomment ako ilalagay ko sana na "i'm missing him so much.." when i started to tap the comment button, hindi ko pa nahahawakan, my son Avery started to cry so loud as if he's sleeping deeply..kinuha ko siya then hinele so he go back to sleep na but he didn't stop crying, isinayaw ko siya hanggang makarating kami malapit sa picture ni papa..then tumigil na siya sa pag iyak at natulog ulit na parang walang nangyari.. Para talagang si papa sa panaginip ko, ayaw na ayaw niyang iiwanan ko siya.. Si Avery, umiiyak kapag walang kasama..No meaning for me, pero ang galing lan, maybe hindi siya humihinto na iguide kami even he was in a far away lang.. Imissyou pa, wala na kong mapagtanungan ngayon kung sino ang magandang iboto this coming election..

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