On loving and losing
PATSY WAS her name.
In the ten short days she stayed with the family, she was able to capture all our hearts, coming to love her so much that not one of us had dry eyes when she left.
I met Patsy at Shanghai Restaurant. And readily had a fondness for her. So I took her home.
The wife had an immediate liking to her. An unnatural reaction as she always had the green eye on every member of the female species that I set my eyes on: pity anyone I express fondness for.
But like, nay love, Patsy the wife did. So did the kids. Paquito, the youngest, just could not get enough of her. Even wanting to take her to school with him. Jonathan, the Philippine Science High scholar, forgot his weekend home studies just to amuse her with his tricks. The three girls competed with one another in preparing her favorite dishes.
Even the eldest son took pride in presenting her to his girlfriend as the newest member of the family. (I guess the girl must have felt real bad as Patsy took precedence over her in terms of family acceptance.)
It was so easy for us to love Patsy. She had an innate happiness in her. An inner glow about her that radiated to all those she came in contact with. An openness that reached out and touched the heart. With her around, it was so very easy to smile. To be happy. With onself. With the world.
In the ten days she spent with us, there were no petty quarrels around the house. An impossibility in our pre-Patsy past. (Or have you tried being cooped in one little house with five teen-aged kids and one 7-year-old who thinks he is already nagbibinata?)
Yes, total harmony and understanding, sympathy and love abounding – as the Fifth Dimension’s Age of Aquarius says – reigned in our home in the ten days that Patsy was with us.
Then, as suddenly as she came, she left us. Hokding on to the last gasps of life until we – the wife, Paquito and I – came home from a visit to the folks in Alabang. As though she did not want to let go until we were beside her. How bitterly we wept!
Whoever it was that said all dogs go to heaven was very right. You know why?
Because they are creatures of love. That was what Patsy’s short life taught all of us. (The Voice, July 19-25, 1998)T
THE PAIN in remembering our loss of Patsy is still there in all our hearts, 11 long years after her death.
Hence, I most sincerely sympathize with fellow columnist here Voltaire Zalamea over the loss of his beloved Porntip. Praying that he would soon be back to him unharmed.
In the ten short days she stayed with the family, she was able to capture all our hearts, coming to love her so much that not one of us had dry eyes when she left.
I met Patsy at Shanghai Restaurant. And readily had a fondness for her. So I took her home.
The wife had an immediate liking to her. An unnatural reaction as she always had the green eye on every member of the female species that I set my eyes on: pity anyone I express fondness for.
But like, nay love, Patsy the wife did. So did the kids. Paquito, the youngest, just could not get enough of her. Even wanting to take her to school with him. Jonathan, the Philippine Science High scholar, forgot his weekend home studies just to amuse her with his tricks. The three girls competed with one another in preparing her favorite dishes.
Even the eldest son took pride in presenting her to his girlfriend as the newest member of the family. (I guess the girl must have felt real bad as Patsy took precedence over her in terms of family acceptance.)
It was so easy for us to love Patsy. She had an innate happiness in her. An inner glow about her that radiated to all those she came in contact with. An openness that reached out and touched the heart. With her around, it was so very easy to smile. To be happy. With onself. With the world.
In the ten days she spent with us, there were no petty quarrels around the house. An impossibility in our pre-Patsy past. (Or have you tried being cooped in one little house with five teen-aged kids and one 7-year-old who thinks he is already nagbibinata?)
Yes, total harmony and understanding, sympathy and love abounding – as the Fifth Dimension’s Age of Aquarius says – reigned in our home in the ten days that Patsy was with us.
Then, as suddenly as she came, she left us. Hokding on to the last gasps of life until we – the wife, Paquito and I – came home from a visit to the folks in Alabang. As though she did not want to let go until we were beside her. How bitterly we wept!
Whoever it was that said all dogs go to heaven was very right. You know why?
Because they are creatures of love. That was what Patsy’s short life taught all of us. (The Voice, July 19-25, 1998)T
THE PAIN in remembering our loss of Patsy is still there in all our hearts, 11 long years after her death.
Hence, I most sincerely sympathize with fellow columnist here Voltaire Zalamea over the loss of his beloved Porntip. Praying that he would soon be back to him unharmed.
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