amang
i should be writting a paper about my family. but right now, all I could think about an opportunity lost.
My grandfather was a guerilla fighter against the japanese and WWII veteran for the US Army. When i was in the Philippines in 93 I remember playing with my puppy when he was talking to his neighbor. I remember my grandfather talking to him about his experiences with war. I remember him talking about it for hours, but I can't remember a thing he said. Why? because I didn't care. I wanted to play with my dog. The only thing I could remember him saying was, "I remember one night the sky was so clear, then....".
It kills me to know that I was only 4 feet away when he was sharing something so personal about his life. I've been semi-active in fighting for the rights of Filipino WWII Veterans for awhile now. I got to hear from so many veterans about what they went through, and each time I remember the day I spent in my grandfather's patio. I think it's one of my biggest regrets that I didn't pay attention. See for all the mistakes I've made, the fucked up things I've done...I can honestly say that I truely regret not paying attention to my grandfather that day.
It's like a dream that I keep trying to retrace. The opportunity to connect with a man that I loved.
damn.
My grandfather was a guerilla fighter against the japanese and WWII veteran for the US Army. When i was in the Philippines in 93 I remember playing with my puppy when he was talking to his neighbor. I remember my grandfather talking to him about his experiences with war. I remember him talking about it for hours, but I can't remember a thing he said. Why? because I didn't care. I wanted to play with my dog. The only thing I could remember him saying was, "I remember one night the sky was so clear, then....".
It kills me to know that I was only 4 feet away when he was sharing something so personal about his life. I've been semi-active in fighting for the rights of Filipino WWII Veterans for awhile now. I got to hear from so many veterans about what they went through, and each time I remember the day I spent in my grandfather's patio. I think it's one of my biggest regrets that I didn't pay attention. See for all the mistakes I've made, the fucked up things I've done...I can honestly say that I truely regret not paying attention to my grandfather that day.
It's like a dream that I keep trying to retrace. The opportunity to connect with a man that I loved.
damn.