Thursday, March 19, 2009

where my dreams began

This is the story of a man I've never even met and the story where my dream began.

After 30 years of “living” in my father's wallet, a slightly tattered news clippings about my grandfather, Lolo Pasyo, was shown to me by my father. I only know him through little stories from my father as Lolo Pasyo died even before my father met my mother. But stories will never suffice, and there's a missing spot in me that will never be filled.

My father said that Lolo Pasyo was the silent type. My grandmother was a beautiful maiden, and I wonder how sweet or stiff their courtship was. Together, they raised all their children to be, the perfect word, respectful. My father never raised a voice to my grandmother and always comes immediately when called by her. He always acquiesce to her request and oftentimes remember her. I could only assume that this great respect came from the much respect Lolo Pasyo gave his wife.

Father told me that his father was a disciplinarian. He never tolerated any mischievous activity from his 8 sons and 4 daughters and never used influence for favors. This is not to say that the boys never did any naughty acts. They did, but did everything not to let their father know. For Lolo Pasyo, any “bad” behavior must never go unpunished.

My grandfather was a US veteran. I am sure that my grandfather deserved every penny of the pension he and his wife were supposed to be entitled to. Ingrates. After the army, he held several government positions, most of which I only knew from reading the newspaper.



Please click image to enlarge and read Lolo Pasyo's contribution to society.

His last post was a Punong Bayan, now known as Mayor, before he died of leukemia. As a child, I asked my father why they were not wealthy if Lolo Pasyo was a mayor. I already had a concept of government officials then. He told me that Lolo Pasyo was never corrupt, unlike most people. Their family barely have enough, with Lolo Pasyo sometimes giving his salary to the “needy” constituents. He was a straight man. While studying, my father and some of his other siblings had to stay at relatives' house as they could not afford to rent a house of their own while staying here in Manila. My father's aunt wanted to take him and sustain his education, but he opted to stay in the province after a year in Manila. My father even had to work abroad to earn a living. These, I think, would not have happened if Lolo Pasyo had “manipulated” government funds, which is commonplace nowadays. Lolo Pasyo has successfully imbibed in his children the value of honesty and responsibility, not one of them ever been involved in a scandalous behavior.

Knowing that I came from a line of a brave and honest man, I felt inspired to be someone like him. Only one of his sons joined politics, whereas one daughter became a DECS (now DepEd) official. My aunt already died of cancer, but the stories of colleagues of how straight she was and how she often rejected bribes warm my heart, something he learned from his father.

My father told me that he was highly respected in their community. And the respect for him translated to respect for the family's name and for the family. No ordinary man can do that. Even after 30 years since he died, I still hear stories of him from their neighbors and friends.

I formulated my dreams as a kid, and writing this now made me think that his legacy might have influenced me. He was everything I want to be: a leader, a public servant, and an honest person.

It saddens me that I can tell you about him only through my father's stories and person. But I hope that the message of his people would be enough to show you how proud I am to be this silent man's granddaughter:

10 comments:

e[k]stranghero said...

this is a proof that man can achieve immortality. rizal, bonifacio, and mabini all died way before we came into this world, but historians (not all of them though) never get tired of recounting their stories. and proudly at that.

you are an honest and brave person, a leader, and possibly a future public servant (maybe, you'll never know). i have no doubts your future children and grandchildren will be so proud of you, too -- i know... because i am.

(emo alert! oops, late.)

kg said...

kung anung puno ay syang bunga. :)

take care of that piece of paper mordsith. it's worth showing to your children and grandchildren to be...

kaka said...

being good and honest that you are is not something you get from experiencing life after all. it runs in your blood and your children to be.

and i agree with eks on the possibility of you running for a public office, who knows di ba. you can count on my vote :)

pedro said...

mabuhay ang mga lolo.

pedro said...

mana ka pala sa lolo mo eh. galingan mo para mapagpatuloy mo ang legacy ng mga casares sa bayan nyo.good luck.

mordsith said...

[eks] thanks, eks! as always, your emo alert was late. hehe. though i appreciate the faith in me. hehe. :)

[kg] hmmm.. maganda yang kasabihan na yan ah. i will take care of it. thanks! :)

[ka] i'll look for you when i run for office. at least i have one vote sure. sana lang same district tayo. hehe.

[pedro] salamat.

sterndal for vanilla said...

hello!

ang galing mo naman magsulat!

ang lalim :)

new layout ba ito?

parang mas maganda yung dati :)

mahilig kasi ako sa purple/violet eh hhe

jetty said...

Ang bait ni Lolo Pasyo! I just wish there's more like him.

Rico said...

It's tough trying to live a righteous life nowadays, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't try. Sana maging katulad ka rin niya: hinahangaan, tinitingala, at nirerespeto.

mordsith said...

[sterndal] hehe. i decided to change layout na. maybe i'l go back to those colors someday. hehe. :)

[jetty] yeah, me too, especially now.

[rico] yeah, sometimes we should stop being practical and try being ideal.