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Podcast Episode: The Day of Birth

12 Aug

Pip: Birthdays are a funny thing — we didn’t choose the date, but we spend a lifetime making meaning out of it.

Mara: Today on Hands-on, masmeron takes us into exactly that territory — the personal record of a birth, a family, and the people who shaped a life. Let’s start with the story of the day itself.

The Day of Birth

Pip: This post is doing something deceptively simple: it’s putting a life on the page — not as a resume or a eulogy, but as a personal record anchored to a specific moment in time.

Mara: The opening sets that anchor precisely. “It was Saturday before the sun sets in August 20, 1966 at around 6 pm when I was born in our ancestral house at Poblacion, Santa Cruz, Zambales, Philippines. This was my real birthday.”

Pip: That phrase — “my real birthday” — does a lot of quiet work. It suggests there’s an official record somewhere that disagrees, and this post is the correction. The truth told in the first person.

Mara: The post opens with a small numerical note: the digits of the birth date add up in a pattern that produces the birthday itself. It’s a detail that reads like something you’d discover and never forget.

Pip: Numbers as proof that the universe was paying attention. Which is a very human thing to need.

Mara: From there, the post names his parents — Guillermo Menes Meron and Teofila Montehermoso Mas, both forty-one at the time of his birth, both from Santa Cruz, Zambales. The specificity is the point.

Pip: It’s an act of preservation. These names, these ages, this place — written down so they don’t disappear.

Mara: He describes his parents and his aunt as “the three pillars of my life,” and then notes, plainly, that all three are gone. The gratitude he expresses is direct: for unconditional love, for provision, for helping him understand life’s purpose.

Pip: There’s no performance of grief here. Just the record, and the thanks.

Mara: The post closes on his adult years — time in Meycauayan City, Bulacan, some years abroad in public service — and a birthday wish: “a healthy, wealthy and happy life.” Simple, sincere, complete.

Pip: A birthdate, two parents, three pillars — it’s a small document that holds a whole life.

Mara: The kind of record that matters most to the people who come after. More from Hands-on next time.

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Podcast Episode: Top of the Hill

11 Aug
A woman and young boy walking hand in hand on a rocky trail near a coastal house at sunset

A mother and child share a joyful walk along a rugged coastal path at sunset.

Pip: There’s something about waking up at 5:52 in the morning and reaching for a pen before the dream dissolves that feels quietly urgent — like the mind knows something the rest of the day will drown out.

Mara: That’s exactly the territory masmeron is working in here — a dream, a hillside, a house, and what lingers when you open your eyes. Let’s start with the hill itself.

Top of the Hill

Pip: Dreams are slippery things. Most of them evaporate the moment the alarm goes off, but occasionally one leaves a shape behind — a feeling, a place, a face. This post is about one of those.

Mara: The setting is a rural hillside, and the post opens with this: “The hill was located in the rural area wherein I can feel the fresh and cooler air as we move toward a house.”

Pip: What strikes me about that line is the present tense — “I can feel” — as if the memory of the dream is still happening, still physical. The air isn’t remembered; it’s experienced.

Mara: The house they reach has a few rooms, painted bluish white, everything in its place, and nobody inside. The mother’s reaction is described simply: “My mother was amazed with a beautiful house. It showed it on her face.”

Pip: No inventory of the rooms, no architectural detail — just the expression on her face. That’s the whole image, and it carries more than a paragraph of description would.

Mara: Then the dreamer steps outside and the scale shifts. More hills, more distance, and at the top of one of them, a small single-floor house made of light materials, a rain-proofed roof, dried wood walls. No people, no animals.

Pip: Just the cool air again. The dream keeps returning to that — the freshness, the temperature. It’s the one sensory thread that holds the whole landscape together.

Mara: And then: “My dream discontinued when I open my eyes and see in the window blinds slits the morning light. It was 5:52 in the morning already.”

Pip: “Discontinued” is an unusual word for it. Not ended, not faded — discontinued, like a signal that was simply cut.

Mara: It’s precise in a way that feels accidental and exactly right. The dream had its own continuity, and waking interrupted it rather than concluded it.

Pip: A hillside, a house at the top, a mother’s face — the kind of dream that doesn’t explain itself but doesn’t need to.

Mara: Next time, more of what surfaces when the morning light comes through.

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Top of the Hill

11 Aug

Sunrise over foggy Chocolate Hills with traditional houses and green vegetation

Sunrise illuminates the famous Chocolate Hills landscape with fog and greenery

In the early morning of August 11, 2026, I had a dream. The dream was not so clear every detail of it but I can still recall some of it. I dreamed about my mother and I are walking together on a hill. The hill was located in the rural area wherein I can feel the fresh and cooler air as we move toward a house. When we reached the house, I saw that it has a few rooms painted with bluish white in color wherein everything in place. Nobody inside the house. My mother was amazed with a beautiful house. It showed it on her face. I knew we talked while inside the house but I cannot recall in my dream the exact details of our conversation. When I went outside the house, I saw many hills around that area. In the distance, I saw a single-floor, small house at the top of the hill. The small house is made up of light materials with a rain-proofed roof and dried wood wall. I cannot see anybody or even animals in that area. I could only feel the fresh and cooler air outside.

My dream discontinued when I open my eyes and see in the window blinds slits the morning light.  It was 5:52 in the morning already.

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Podcast Episode: Libreng Damit at mga Salamin

9 Aug
Family sitting by a koi pond watching fish near a shopping mall

A family watches colorful koi fish in a pond at an outdoor shopping center.

Pip: Dreams are the one content format with no editorial calendar, no SEO strategy, and absolutely no regard for your sleep schedule.

Mara: And masmeron has been writing them down before they slip away — starting with a night of vivid dreaming that moves from a mountain stream to a shopping mall, and raises some genuinely interesting questions about what we receive and from whom.

Pip: Let’s start with the dreams themselves.

Libreng Damit at mga Salamin

Mara: This post is a dream journal entry — two dreams recorded in careful detail on the night of December 14, 2025, with the author noting the exact time each dream ended. The central question running through both is about gifts: who offers them, and what it means to accept.

Pip: The first dream opens in the mountains, catching fish in a clear shallow stream. Then a stranger arrives carrying handmade bags, and pulls something out for the dreamer. The post records the moment directly: “Ibibigay ko ito sa Nanay ko” — I will give this to my mother.

Mara: That line does a lot of quiet work. The dreamer receives a red sleeveless duster from an old man in a native hat, and the first instinct is not to keep it but to pass it on. Generosity moves through the dream rather than stopping at the dreamer.

Pip: The stream itself carries that tension — clear and full of fish upstream, then visibly polluted where a pipe from a nearby house drains into it. The dreamer notes the contrast plainly: the fish are gone, the stones are coated in mud.

Mara: It sits there without commentary. The post doesn’t editorialize; it just describes what the old man points out, and lets the image hold its own weight.

Pip: The second dream shifts entirely — a shopping mall, a glasses shop, a vendor offering free eyewear. The dreamer keeps returning mismatched pairs, one lens small and one large, until the vendor produces a heavy steel-framed set with four equal, clear lenses.

Mara: And then the vendor adds a curved mirror filled with small everyday items — toothpaste, lotion, a toothbrush. The post captures the dreamer’s surprise: “Hindi ako makapaniwala na may dalawang libreng items ako” — I could not believe I had two free items.

Pip: What lands is the vendor’s expression as the dreamer leaves: eyes welling up, watching them go. A stranger gives freely and feels something about it. The dream doesn’t explain why.

Mara: The post closes with the author waking at 5:05 a.m. and giving thanks for the morning. The record-keeping is the point — catch the details before they dissolve, and the meaning can wait.

Pip: Gifts offered by strangers, streams running clear then clouded — there’s a lot to sit with in a single night’s sleep.

Mara: More from Hands-on next time.

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Podcast Episode: Baston, Pamaypay at Punda

8 Aug
Colorful painted wooden cane, floral hand fan, and striped woven pillow on wooden table

Colorful Filipino souvenirs including a painted cane, floral fan, and woven pillow displayed on a wooden table

Pip: Sleep deprivation and a restless Sunday night — masmeron’s account of what happened next is the kind of story that makes you reconsider going to bed at all.

Mara: The episode today is about a dream — vivid, specific, and quietly weighted with grief. Let’s start with the dream itself and what it left behind.

Baston, Pamaypay at Punda

Pip: The post opens with a simple setup: exhausted from schoolwork, unable to sleep, and then — once sleep finally comes — a dream so detailed it reads more like a memory than a vision.

Mara: The context is a family gathering back in the province, and the dream begins with a surprise at the door. The post describes it this way: “Nagulat ako nang buksan ko ang pinto ng bahay namin ay bumungad sa aking harapan si Nanay. Parang pagod siya na dumating galing sa paglalakad sa gitna sikat ng araw.”

Pip: So the mother arrives alone, tired, in a purple duster, white hair cut short — and then quietly steps outside to sit on a concrete roadside ledge, no bench, no companion. That image carries weight before the dream even explains why.

Mara: What follows is a walk home. The mother is thin-armed but quick, and she refuses help. Then she spots a metal cane tangled in a water hose, wet from running water, and insists on retrieving it. The post quotes her: “Kailangan ko ito” — I need this — as she pulls the cane free.

Pip: A stranger then hands them colorful fans — green, yellow, red, still wrapped in plastic — out of what seems like simple kindness toward two people walking in the midday heat. The cane’s owner turns out to be the same neighbor, who waves it off: they already bought a new one.

Mara: And then a third figure appears: Indo Pancing, the mother’s sibling, trailing behind them unnoticed, dragging an armful of pillowcases found near the same spot — thin fabric, light colors, so many they drag along the ground.

Pip: Three objects picked up from the same stretch of road. That detail feels almost too tidy for a dream, which is maybe why it lodges.

Mara: The dreamer wakes just after one in the morning and makes the connection: the mother and Indo Pancing share the same death anniversary — January 28. The mother died at 1:03 in the afternoon. Her birthday falls in December.

Pip: A dream about two people who are gone, carrying things they found on the road home. That’s the whole post, and it doesn’t need to be anything more than that.

Mara: It’s a quiet piece — no interpretation offered, just the sequence of images and the date that surfaces after waking. The grief is in the arithmetic, not the analysis.

Pip: Dreams about the dead tend to arrive with objects — something carried, something retrieved, something that didn’t quite fit but mattered anyway.

Mara: That’s the territory here. We’ll be back when there’s more to sit with.

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Baston, Pamaypay at Punda

14 Jan
Wooden walking cane, black decorative folding fan, and folded embroidered cloth on wooden table

An antique wooden cane rests on a rustic table alongside a decorative hand fan and embroidered cloth.

Dahil napagod ang aking isipan sa maghapong paggawa ng mga gawain pampaaralan ay hirap ako makatulog ng Linggo ng gabi nang ika-10 ng Enero, 2026. Mga pasado alas 10 ng gabi na seguro ako nakatulog kalaunan. Habang mahimbing akong nakatulog sa kalamigan ng kuarto ko ay nanaginip ako at ganito ang mga pangyayari na isasalaysay ko sa inyo.

Ang Pagdating ni Nanay sa Bahay

Sa probinsiya namin ay may okasyon na nagaganap sa bahay. Pagtitipon ng buong pamilya at mga kamag-anak. Nagulat ako nang buksan ko ang pinto ng bahay namin ay bumungad sa aking harapan si Nanay. Parang pagod siya na dumating galing sa paglalakad sa gitna sikat ng araw. Naka kulay lila siyang duster na suot. Puti at maiksi ang buhok niya. Ang sabi ko, “Sino kasama ninyo dumating?” “Mag-isa lamang ba kayo?” Hindi siya nakasagot. Mag-isa nga dahil wala akong nakitang kasama niya. Pumasok siya sa bahay pero kalaunan ay lumabas siya ng bahay at umupo siya sa kabilang gilid ng daan na yari sa semento. Walang bangko o upuan doon pero umupo pa rin na para bang namamahinga o may hinihintay. Wala siyang katabi o kausap sa may daanan.

Ang Pag-uwi ni Nanay at Indo Pancing

Nang kalaunan ay nagpasyang umuwi si Nanay. Mabilis ang kanyang paglalakad. Sinusundan ko daw siya para alalayan. Hinawakan ko ang braso niya na payat, malambot, kulubot na parang naglalaylayan na ang mga balat. Pero maliksi at malakas pa rin ang pangangatawan niya kahit na siya ay payat. Ayaw niyang pahawak sa braso kaya binitiwan ko na lang ang braso niya. Nang paliko kami ng daan ay napansin si Nanay na itinapon na baston na yarin sa bakal, itim ang hawakan at itim din ang paanan ng baston. Hindi niya basta makuha dahil nakapulupot ito sa water hose at basa ito dahil sa tumutulong tubig. Ang sabi ni Nanay, “Kailangan ko ito.” habang pilit niyang hinihila yung baston na napupuluputan ng water hose. Mukhang ayos at buo pa ang baston. Nahugot niya rin at nag-umpisa ng maglakad gamit ang bastong nakuha sa harapan ng bahay. Nang akma na kaming papaalis ay may lumabas na babae na may hawak na tatlong pamaypay na may ibat ibang kulay, may kulay berde, dilawan at pula na nakabalot pa ng plastic. Iniaabot ng babae sa amin. Seguro naawa dahil naglalakad kami sa gitna ng araw. Sabi ko kay Nanay, “Baka may may-ari ng baston na yan na napulot natin.” Sumagot yung lalaki na nakasalamin na asawa ng babae na lumabas rin bahay nila. Ang sabi ng lalaki, “Sa inyo na yan dahil may nabili na kaming bago.” Nagpasalamat kami sa lalaki. Habang naglalakad kami ni Nanay, hindi namin namamalayan na nakasunod pala sa amin si Indo Pancing, kapatid ni Nanay na pauwi rin. Si Indo Pancing ay nakasuot ng duster na dirty white ang kulay ng damit. May napulot din siya na mga punda ng unan sa daan sa tapat rin ng bahay na kung saan namin napulot ang baston ni Nanay. Ang mga punda ng unan ay marami kaya nakasayad pa ang mga ito sa lupa habang si Indo Pancing ay naglalakad. Ang punda ng unan ay yari sa manipis na tela na parang tela ng kulambo ang ginamit. Ang mga punda ay parisukat Ang hugis na parang pang throw pillow ito at may ibat ibang kulay rin na light mga kulay nila, may berde, pula, asul, at iba pa.

Nauna nang nauna si Nanay sa paglalakad at hindi ko na natanaw. Nakasunod sa kanya si Indo Pancing na may hila-hilang mga punda ng unan. Ang sabi ko, “Nasaan na si Nanay?” Nakita ko sa malayo na nakarating na si Nanay sa tirahan niya. Nakikita ko sa malayo ang bubungan ng bahay na parang bungalow style nito na isang palapag lamang. Nakita ko si Nanay na nasa harapan ng bahay niya at hindi makapasok dahil nakapadlock pala yung gate nito. Isang lalaki na lumabas sa Isang malapit sa bahay ni Nanay sa gawing gilid sila ng bahay parang si Ca Raul at may dala-dalang baril. Tumayo Yung lalaki na naka puting T-shirt sa kabilang gilid ng kalsada at nakaharap sa harapan ng bahay ni Nanay. Para mabuksan ang gate ay itinutok niya yung baril na dala sa kandado para mabuksan lamang ito.

Nagising ako ng pasado ala una ng madaling araw ng Lunes, ika-12 ng Enero, 2026. Pumasok sa isip ko na parehas pala ang araw ng kamatayan nila Nanay at Indo Pancing, magkapatid sila, na natapat sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay sa tuwing Enero 28 ang death anniversary nilang dalawa. Tapos si Nanay ay namatay ng 1:03 ng hapon at ang kaarawan niya ay sa buwan ng Disyembre.

 

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Bedridden and Helpless

17 Aug

In the middle of pandemic due to several variants of covid19, people easily get sick tremendously. Many people are still recovering from sickness.  Some of them are still in the worse medical condition due to complications. Most of the time, these people are bedridden and helpless in the hospital, quarantine facility or home quarantine.

Do you know the feelings of the patient being isolated, bedridden and helpless? Do you know also the feelings of the bedside caregiver monitoring the 24-hour medical condition of the patient? It is very tough to become a patient or a caregiver. Patients and caregivers are really experiencing physical, mental, emotional and financial pains.

Physical Pain

Medical patients are experiencing physical pains.  They cannot turn over their bodies by themselves because they are so weak. Their blood cannot circulate well which may turn into bedsores and develop into skin wounds that prone to infection. They cannot open their eyes to see everything around. They cannot open their mouth to say something what they need. They cannot eat well using their mouth. Instead, they eat through nasal tubing that brings out physical discomfort. They can sense the pain while injecting the needles on their bodies. They cannot move their bodies voluntarily.  They stay on their body positions for several hours.

Likewise, caregivers of these patients have physical pains too. They stay with them most of the time and monitor their health condition. They patiently lift up the patient’s body when needed. They patiently feed them and allow them sip some liquids in order to prevent dehydration. They quickly respond to the patient’s needs like changing diaper, cleansing the whole body and changing clothes.

Mental Pain

Medical patients are experiencing mental pain.  They have many thoughts.  They think negatively most of the time.  Thoughts like what if they cannot survive.  What will happen to them? Who will take good care of their families? Where are my children? Do they come?

Similarly, caregivers have mental pains too.  They are worrying about the patient’s severe condition.  They are thinking about what will happen next. Thoughts such as what they will tell to their families and how they will tell it. Do they feel sorry about it or just listen to what the family will say? Most of the time, caregivers are confused mentally. They cannot decide wisely on certain things.

Emotional Pain

Medical patients are experiencing emotional pain.  They can only hear the voices around.  They feel very sad that brings out unstoppable falling tears from their eyes.  Patients know that they will die anytime.  With their conscious mind, they pray silently. It is really difficult for them to leave their families, relatives and friends. It is very tough and heartbreaking process of separation in their entire life. They want to win the fight for life but they are helpless to do it.

Caregivers have emotional pains too. It is hard for them to look at the patients who are suffering from severe illnesses.  They can feel the deep pain internally. They also cry and feel sad.  They try to comfort the patients by all means.

Financial Pain

Medical patients and their families are experiencing financial pain. They spend much money and have developed huge debts from hospitalization costs, medical procedures, professional fees and medicines. They spend from hundreds to millions value amount of any currency. The outpatients incur medical expenses, food supplements and other necessary materials such as diapers, alcohol, bath soap and wipes.

Sometimes, caregivers are experiencing financial pain too.  Most of the time, the caregivers are close relatives of the patients.  If the family has poor economic condition, the caregiver usually provides the needs of the patient unselfishly. Being front liners, caregivers provide their humane services to the patients unconditionally.

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Remembering Mother on Mother’s Day

19 Apr

A mother who is looking and waiting for her loving mother.

What is a Mother’s Day without your loving and caring mother? Do you know that every part of a single mother worth more than a million? Let me explain its value.

Your Head

As a single mother, you used the top of your head to carry a bundle of newly harvested rice grains for meal; a bundle of firewood for cooking or a basin of Anchovy fish for selling.  You also used your head to think wisely and find right solutions for the daily problems.

Your Eyes

As a single mother, you kept your eyes to your children for their safety. You used your eyes to discipline your children. Eyes that maybe big and wide; on-focus or understanding and kind-looking to your concern. Sleepless nights in times of sickness of your children just to ensure they were safe.

Your Nose

As a single mother, you used your nose if the newly laundry clothes were smelled pleasant and if the children were smelled stinky already and they need to take a bath.

Your Ears

As a single mother, you used your ears to listen to your children and grandchildren’s amazing stories. Through your ears, you heard the sound of the roosters in the early morning wherein you rise from bed instantly to fetch up water for daily consumption.

Your Mouth

As a single mother, you used your mouth to give pieces of advice to your children and grandchildren. You taught them the right things and told them to become nice and hardworking person with brighter dreams in life.

Your Shoulder

As a single mother, you used your shoulder to carry the “Buli” bag or “Pandan” bag with fruits and vegetables inside when going home after the whole-day work in the rice field.

Your Breast

As a single mother, you breastfed your young children regularly so that they will grow healthy someday and free from any kind of illnesses.

Your Heart

As a single mother, you provided unconditional love to your children and grandchildren. You have a big heart too to your parents, brother, sisters, nephews, nieces, husband and in-laws. You knew how to accept and how to forgive persons. You really loved them so much.

Your Arms

As a single mother, you used your arms to strongly uproot the rice seedlings, transplant them on rice fields and harvest the rice grains after a few months.  You used your strong arms to pound and manually mill the greener rice grains up and down then filter them using “Bilao” to make it into whiter rice grains.

Your Hands

As a single mother, you used your hands to prepare “Buli” or “Pandan” fibers, weave and design them properly into a local mat for sale. You used your hands to catch fishes along  the shallow river and pick up shells on the shoreline with your siblings and children. You used your hands to wash the clothes of your children and grandchildren then press these clothes after drying. You used your hand to put the wet face towel on his/her forehead when he/she has fever. You used your hands too in giving foods to the very young children and elderly people around you.

Your Waist

As a single mother, either be sunny day or rainy day, you bent your waist the whole day while planting rice seedlings on the rice fields for a little payment or non-monetized payment of your labor instead, work exchange.

Your Hips

As a single mother, you sit on your hips almost the whole night just to weave and finish intentionally the local mat so that you can sell it then later buy some foods for your children, grandchildren and sister.

Your Legs

As a single mother, you used your legs in walking distantly about two kilometers away from your home to your work place and do the same routine when going home from work place to your home. Your legs consumed all the energy reserved in walking after the whole-day work. You also walked in going to the church to attend Holy Mass with your sisters on Saturday evening regularly. You bent your knees whenever you pray.

Your Feet

As a single mother, you used your feet not only to separate the greener rice grains from its husk but also to clean up the house floor. You used your feet to stand up firmly against all tough moments that trying to bring you down but they fail. You courageously stood still and never give up.

Thus, for this special day wherein everybody celebrates the Mother’s Day  and for this special occasion wherein every member of the family comes together, what is a Mother’s Day without your loving and caring mother? What is a Mother’s Day without her presence?

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The Last Few Words and Cries

13 Apr

“I am telling you. Be kind to others. Help others who need your help. God bless you.”

(Teofila Mas Meron)

In times of sorrow, can you still remember the last few words of a dying person that you love most? I would like to share with you the last few words and cries of my loving mother that might break your heart and bring your eyes into tears.

10. While on her bed, my mother said with eyes closed, “Catawan, engangaro wan Mo cami. Pano na cami a pinalsa Mo?” (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Diyos ko, Kaawaan Mo kami.  Paano na kami na nilalang Mo?”

(English) “God, have mercy on us. How about us of your creation?”

At the age of 94, my mother still remember the Almighty God who created everything. In her entire life, she frequently prayed to God and attended the Holy Mass regularly.

9. On her bed, my mother said with her eyes closed, “Indo, Caca, taganan moyo co. Indo, Caca, taganan moyo co.” “Takpan! Takpan!”(Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Nanay, Ate, hintayin ninyo ako. Nanay, Ate, hintayin ninyo ako.” “Takipan! Takipan!”

(English) “Mother, Sister, wait for me. Mother, Sister, wait for me.” “Cover up!, Cover up!”

My mother was the youngest and favorite child in their family. She loved her mother and sister so much. My mother saw brilliant brightness.

8. My mother said with eyes closed, “Alalayan moyo co.” (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Tulungan ninyo ako.”

(English) “Help me.”

My mother had ready helping hands to anybody who needs help.

7. Suddenly, my mother was crying loudly while pointing her diaphragm, “Masakit eti! masakit eti!” (Zambal)

(Tagalog)”Masakit dito! masakit dito!”

(English) “Painful here! Painful here!”

My mother never complained even in rough times of her life.

6. My mother requested with eyes closed, “Dasalan moyo co.” (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Dasalan ninyo ako.”

(English) “Pray for me.”

My mother always pray for everyone’s wellness.

5. While inside the ambulance rushing into the hospital, my mother shouted, “Cacoyna labay! Cacoyna labay! Tama na! Tama na! (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Ayaw ko na!, Ayaw ko na! Tama na! Tama na!

(English) “I don’t like it! I don’t like it! Stop! Stop!

My mother never stops for being a good mother and grandmother to us.

4. While in the hospital bed, my mother said again with eyes closed, “Catawan, engangaro wan Mo cami.  Pano na cami a pinalsa mo” (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Diyos ko, Kaawaan Mo kami.  Paano na kami na nilalang Mo?”

(English) “God, have mercy on us. How about us of your creation?”

My mother was a strong believer of God. She had strong faith at all times.

3. Still on her bed, my mother said with eyes closed, “Tambayan moyo co. Tambalan moyo co.” (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Tulungan ninyo ako. Gamutin ninyo ako.”

(English) “Help me. Heal me.”

My mother was a good helper. She was very kind to children and elders.

2. Still on her bed, my mother said softly with eyes closed, “Abuloyon moyo co.” (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Tulungan ninyo ako.”

(English) “Help me.”

My mother helped her family. She really loved them so much.

1. Still on her severe body condition, my mother uttered softly, “Ya.” (Zambal)

(Tagalog) “Oo.”

(English) “Yes.”

My mother had strong influential words that anybody should decide and follow.  She disciplined, guided and mentored us appropriately.

My mother just nodded her head when I talked and asked her until her complete consciousness had gone.

Yes, my mother was gone but her legacy, advises, courage, greatness, kindness, faith, laughter, memories, dreams and so forth remain in our hearts as we live.

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Cantan Sambali ni Nanay Openg

1 Sep

Naynay tana congco, lolo catatangis

No sicay cayna biyay a maisip-isip

Siay luwa sa mata mantulo mapilit

Bana sa labi mon bigla mon inalis 

Ayte moyna kari, ayte mo inimbi

A pamilabi ta tan pamikawili

Hino ya cot orin  labas a babaye

A namiwan mon maigot nin labi

Mangibat sa wanin cakoyna mangoman

Makilabi-labi maparas manglingwan

Ta no maisip-isip tan mapapanumtuman

Siay luwa sa mata, permin  balayabay.

Mangibat sa wanin cayco na umanon

Makilabi-labin maganap a nakom

Ta no maisip-isip tan mapapanumtuman

Siay luwa sa mata, permi yan andaloy

Siay canakoman ko, alangan ya comon

Ta masubot abrian a buboy

Tagarilya dila, kulop kon man-goygoy

Sa calak-an moyo sa kongco mampangimaton

Cayco comon magwa, nacom koy masubot

Magcanta sa sayte, o campo nical ngod

Anggan cantan bungat, ambo nin maganos

Malayop a oras, caldungan kan say-ngot

Cayco comon magawa, nacom ko tan buboy

Umarap sa campo ta ambo marunong

Nakaragdag congko, nakapatpol nacom

Galang yay nanugo, wangcon balangunon.

Sin sicoy sinmiban a inalila la

Mangibat sinlumbit hilay nagpasensya

Lalo sin nilumwas lako a irap la

Lalo pamasuso tan pamiliwaliwa

Sa wanin balo ta sinmiban ako

Isugo lako wari cot kayko nin mako

Ta ibuyboy la kongco a pamasiban la

Kayco makabayar anggan sa angga

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