Quezon City, the Philippines
July 20, 2009
It isn’t my birthday. And Christmas is still half a year away. But today, my Dad gave me a present for no special occasion but for the best reason. A recycled one, but no less precious than anything brand-new.
It’s an old-school notebook I can use when I’m on the road. Nothing beats the good ol’ pen-and-paper. There’s something organic about scribbling your raw thoughts on paper without the luxury of cut-and-paste, spell check, and Google!
His dedication on the first page reads:
Inday Des bought this journal from Nathaniel Hawthorne’s house in Boston for the sequel to Song of the Mountain. But time and tide and AMD caught up with its author. So Dad is bequeathing this to you so that the Song will go on. From Aniano to Aniano, make the Poliquit pen travel, in prose and poetry, in music and magical memories, through the mountains and valleys of this wonderful world of God.
Thoughts by Dad, written by Mom
Chaching is my Dad’s term of endearment for me.
Inday Des is my globetrotting, errr…globeshopping, sister.
Song of the Mountain is a short story my Dad wrote in his younger days.
AMD is a retinal condition that causes failing eyesight in the elderly. Mom now moonlights as his personal secretary.
And Aniano – that’s the name I got from my Dad that he, in turn, got from his dad. It’s an antiquated, unwieldy name that’s not easy to say or spell. But, like the notebook, it’s not generic and meaningless. It’s a legacy. Although I’m not even half as good a writer as Dad, it’s my destiny to share his name and the ink that runs through our veins.
On my succeeding journeys, I will not just bear his name on my passport. I will sing his Song “through the mountains and valleys” – its lyrics scribbled on this notebook, my backpack journal.
Thanks Dad! I love you…and, after 40 years, your name too.