GLITTER DUST OF MY MIND. SOLILOQUY.
Wrote this January 18, 2016, on my grandfathers birthday, we still celebrate. My Dads' Father, The Don Constantino Vargas as fondly remembered. He passed away in 2001 but his memory remains. He was very smart and hardworking man, a man of few words, a great businessman and a great grandfather to me. I come to visit him for summer vacations, sometimes he picks me up from my parents home after school is over and brings me to travel. He brings me and my younger brother to Tubajon. He takes me to his vast land, he takes me to their resort, he takes me to his large rice fields, his coconut plantation, his crops, banana plantation, his properties. He takes me up to the mountains, showed me how to plant Sweet potato, showed me how to plant trees. He took me to the peak of mountains, the deep forest, lakes and rivers. He drives this very simple rusty motorbike and every time he goes to pick me up in the afternoon while playing with other kids and he always ask me to ride his bike. I remember I tell him I'll just walk instead of ride his noisy rusty motorbike. I was young but I had preference at a young age so I always say back to him and I felt a little embarrassed. "Grandpa, if you have that so much money, why do you have to drive an old motorbike, so rusty and noisy? You can always buy a new shiny one." I was 7 years old. He replies, "Well, even rusty and old, it serves me well. It works, it runs and it's personal to me. You only buy a new thing to replace it when there is nothing left you can do to fix it. When it's not useful to me, I don't sell it. I keep it in the backyard, so when you are old, you will remember me. You will see my old rusty bike and say, oh this is my grandpa's bike!" He takes me up to the mountains, showed me how to plant Sweet potato, showed me how to plant trees. He took me to the peak of mountains, the deep forest, lakes and rivers. He was right. That worked PERFECTLY. There is no way you and your memories get off my head! I wish you know that. He was right. That worked PERFECTLY. There is no way you and your memories get off my head! I would never forget those lines, I wish you know that. No matter how old things become, we don't throw it away. We have to understand the deeper meaning of those lines, he meant Family heirloom.
Now I understand why my dad has a very huge collection of random stuff in our backyard and his work area. He keeps a lot of things in storage and keeps a lot of our memories intact. He is the same. From generation to generation. Little did I realize, I am the same. Though mine is digital as I am in the new generation, but I have 8 external hard drives, full of photos, videos I have collected and those passed on from my Dad, old photos of his parents, us from when we were kids until now that I have my own kids. My in laws are the same, from old photos too old tables, passed on from generation and stored in storage rentals. One day when I am also old, I will teach my kids the same. Treasure your moments and family is love. |
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And now these three remain: FAITH HOPE LOVE. But the greatest of these is LOVE. I LOVE to write, about LIFE, LOVE, PEOPLE, EXPERIENCE, day to day life and INSIGHS. I love to Travel. I write about experience, culture, highlights and knowledge. May this site serve you well. I will be open for comments and suggestions, as well as topics I could write about. Thank you very much. Enjoy! |