There are many occasions when I dwell thoughts on why my family had to be separated by distance and space. And why I had to imagine my mom, old and incapacitated, sitting on her wheel chair, waiting for help from someone in the LA neighborhood, so she could have some ingredients for her viand. I could have easily run errand for her, had we been together.
As it is, my mom had to be an ocean away, and so do my two brothers, my sister, my nephews, and my sister-in-law. And life is not made easy for this half of my family who had to keep pace with the rush-rush of the American way. But of course, the green dough had controlled the globe for the past half century, and still does even if it is hanging by a thread. So my family had to contend with the choking American law, like many other Filipino families who had been bewildered by the dream of making it to the land of milk and honey. That was because of a few cannisters of Pringles and Piknik, some bars of Hershey’s and cute cones of Kisses, salted SPAMs and canned corned beefs, and the hmmm ever refreshing scent that is America. Btw, above goods were all proven detrimental to the health.
Well, actually, for my family, my mom earned it. She had served at the US Naval Supply Depot in Subic for most of her employed life , and was offered to migrate to the mainland in ’87. I remember the dilemma she had because she could only bring two of her children, the ones under 21, and my father was firm in staying, ever apprehensive of what America would ask him to do again, for he had been claiming promised compensation for the service he gave America in the 1940’s world war, and somehow, his voice had only fallen to deaf ears. And since that tata of the now distant past, we had been a family divided. I had a better terminology that many ask to be enlightened about when I tell them our story. We are a broken home. America, I suppose, has a penchant for dividing families. They send children out of their homes when the children turn 18 years and legal, and look at how divided their nation is now, all because the families are divided, parents against children and vice versa. But of course proud America can always handle their affairs, and in fact, their president said not too long ago that they will not apologize for their way of life. I do hope somebody tells them that only if they are united are they formidable and strong. And the only way to do that is to make the family strong again. Stay divided and America will be conquered!
But of course that is not my concern. My concern is my own family which had been deeply affected by America’s divide and conquer policy. My brother just had a two-week vacation with us from California, and I had never seen sadness from one whose sense of humor catapulted us from chairs in our youth. No matter the prodding for us to get into some gig in Eastwood or Bonifacio High Street, my brother just stayed home all the duration of his stay. Once he came to Cabalen to meet our favorite Aunt Bay, and once he agreed to chitchat with buddies from grade school @ Starbucks, but that was all! All the rest of his vacation, he sat on the sofa or the swing, quietly strumming his old guitar, or he would just listen to the wacky anecdotes my sister and I related about our good ol’ clan. A couple of high school buddies, Odie and Teddy, came to the house and for a brief moment, my brother shared a good familiar laugh…
Otherwise, we made the most by listening to the music. Adam coached Tish a Chopin piece, and later the music turned to naming tunes. Tami and two of her org mates came late in the night for a photo shoot, and Jean took the role of the make-up artist, transforming Tami into Mrs. Lovett, and her friend Ken into Sweeney Todd, and the music continued, Adam playing intros from Christmas carols to Walt Disney to movie themes, and everyone was identifying the pieces, well! I do believe we could win a music contest if there is one, and we would be by far a lot happier than any lotto contest winner. Btw, I doubt the Philippine Charity Sweepstakes Office had given the 600+ million lotto 6/55 to a winner yet. I believe the office needs more income from the bettors. However no one in my family is staking a bet. We do not gamble. Money is of prime importance, but not that kind of money!
Ate Grace filled the dining table with bread and cheese all the time, tons of poppy rice or ampao, and lots of pakwan, grapes, and coffee. The food we ordered from the convenient home deliveries, or I would drive to good bubbly Jollibee for Ey’s spaghetti. I did cook some shabu-shabu, simmering delicious veggie noodles, there was much for everyone till we heated the soup in some pyrex bowl and whaaah! the bowl cracked and the soup became feast for my Artemis!
Ey and his wife Iris took the night flight yesterday for their California life. Who would have thought that Ey would be attending to patients in a hospital on a 12 hour shift. I had hoped that he would be a folk singer or balladeer, for he and his guitar made good music. But he is Europe bound next year, and he is making his own life now. I wish he would have a baby though, and Ate Grace and I could take care of the little one if he is too busy with work… Wishes and hopes spring eternal, trite but true!….
…for even if we brothers and sisters are miles away, we are kept bonded by blood and forever we only pray for happiness for each other. We do not follow the same tracks anymore but our ideals about life and loving remain the same. When we meet, during the bluest phase of the moon, there is loneliness because we know that we were supposed to be together in this life, because we are sisters and brothers, of the same flesh and blood…
By the way, daddy passed away 8 July, after a long battle with diabetes. He was 84. In the last conversation I had with him before his demise, he asked me to bring the girls to the US. He wanted us to be together, as one family!