13 July 2015

An Extraordinary Life

This is the hardest piece of writing, more difficult compared to the numerous technical papers I've churned out for the last decade.  Words just became words, now useless to give justice to even an inch of the pain and devastation that infested me.  Indeed, it will never be enough to describe our family's sorrow with the passing of a beloved brother, uncle, granduncle, champion, leader, friend, and faithful priest. Given his magnanimous person,  I am posting my humble eulogy, a sincere attempt to honor Rev. Father Floyd Cadatal Codog even though words will never be enough and this is all I have to offer.  

An Extraordinary Life


I am borrowing a line from my cousin Karla, the one she posted as her Facebook status five days ago, it said, “Tito-Father, how do I live a life without you?”   Yes, I stand here asking the same question.  I am pretty sure almost all of us here echo the same question.  Tito-Father Floyd left without any warning, he left in haste.  His sudden passing broke my heart terribly.
I pause and now realized that he still taught me a valuable lesson even in his moment of early departure. Tito-Father Floyd may have not live long but the quality of the life he lived cannot be diminished. It is now proven that he has touched the lives of countless people with his own brand of honesty, care and leadership.   They came in droves; kin, friends, acquaintances, even strangers, to pay their last respect to a man who positively affected them in many ways.  This is how Tito-Father Floyd’s charisma and sincerity work wonders. 
As his “panganay na pamangkin”, I enjoyed his foremost attention.  Growing up miles away from him, did not put a stop to the birthday cards, letters, books and presents.  Until I went away for college, Tito-Father remained my guiding light, he was my steadfast supporter.  He never got in the way and with his earnest approach in life, he taught me to have a strong and a kind heart.  All he wanted was for me to succeed, for all of us (my dear cousins) to find success in our lives.  As a matter of fact, he was the one who told me to recognize and take good care of my talent because it was God given.  He inspired me and believed that I have a special way with words.  And I believe him, years later, today, I use this gift to much of my advantage, I use writing to connect with people, to commune with the world, and most importantly, I use it to make a living. 
Tito-Father Floyd is the tough thread that tightly binds the family.  He made sure our families stays closer every year, to stick for each other, come what may.  He taught us to take family pride seriously and lovingly at the same time.He was the champion of his brothers and sisters, friends, community, parish; for he was always available when you needed him.  Most of the time, “inuuna pa niya ang iba, bago ang saril inya.”  Even when he was sick, he made sure my mother and father were taken care of. 
With all that has been said, we did not only lose a good priest.  We lost an inspirational uncle to nieces and nephews, an awesome grandfather (granduncle) to 15 grandkids, a compassionate brother to his brothers and sisters and community, a kind-hearted father to Jeric, Buboy, Kevin and Dong, an emphatic leader to his parish, and a great friend to many. 
Going back to my question a while ago, “Tito-Father, how do I live a life without you?”  My answer is, I will live it like the way you did Tito-Father Floyd; you lived an extraordinary life and so will I.  This is how I choose to honor you.  Life is short so I will untiringly pursue the thing that makes me feel alive and fight for what I believe in.  Like you, I will be dauntless. I will be courageous.  And I will be compassionate.  We must all strive to do extraordinary work, wherever we are right now, and seek for extraordinary love in everything we do.  This is how life should matter.  This is the legacy that Tito-Father wants to leave behind. 
My dear Tito-Father Floyd, you have done enough to inspire me and you gave us memories enough to last us a lifetime. You will always be my hero. Thank you for everything you did for me and my family.  I know you are happy with Nanay and Tatay up there in heaven, now that you've earned your heavenly wings, becoming our guardian angel suits you well. 
I love you and I will never forget you. 
I will only say, until we meet again.
*Necrological Service hosted by the Knights of Columbus, St. Michael Cathedral, Ilagan, Isabela, 21 June 2015
 
   

 

10 April 2015

Where are you

Belisa?

Source:  Dos Palabras, Hyspania

Are you in the darkest and deepest pit beyond my imagination?  How dark?  How deep? 

I need to find you.  You are my only hope, you see, I could not even protect myself from myself anymore.  I allowed uncertainty to creep into my heart during trying moments. 

At least now, this is lucid as I get, I am looking for you.  Digging deep into myself, comprehending … failing…but comprehending still.  I know you are just waiting to be found.

I need you to write words for me again.  The same way you wrote words like flowing water from the cornucopian pipe.   For words are my only salvation as I am lost in a sea of doubts and disappointments.  

Who said life is easy?  It may be easy for others but for me, life is meant to be lived to the fullest.  It is then not easy at all, for it should be lived to its optimum potential. 

I cannot compromise my standards of what a full life is and how I understand the means to achieve it.  I just can’t. 

I need you.