My Dad Goes Home 2010

My dad passed away April 23, 2010.

A usual, the wake was at BNS.  I was mourning and yet I also had that hurt of coming home with a dead officer in a casket from Palawan.

The arrival honors started.  I dressed up to receive my father at the church.  For a while it felt like my dad was alive and in active service.

The thing is.  I never felt any animosity whatsoever with the trauma associated with the eviction.  In fact, the place seemed so familiar but it just did not feel like home to me anymore.  just was like any other place for a funeral. Strange.  i did not even bother to visit our old house.

I knew it.  Finally I was over it already.  My dad passed away.  I had to move on.  I did.  Navy Village is just a memory.  A great set of memories.

The wake went on for a couple of says.  I entertained the guest.  fed the soldiers.  Did the ceremonies.  

A few months passed and we even had a small reunion at the O. Club.  The pansit still tasted swell.

The occupant of our house is now FOIC Admiral Abogado.  I met them at the AFP Brats reunion last year.  One sweet thing that Mrs. Abogado did was that she invited me to visit the house anytime.  I told her how much mostly good memories we had their as a family and my loneseme.  Her invitation was sincere. That was enough.  I never went back.  What a sweet lady.  She was an Army brat from McArthur.  


Like Frost said when asked about life, he answered Ït goes on".


We have move on.  Memories cherished.  But nonetheless we moved on.


Navy, FIGHT!