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It was really hard to understand what he was trying to say.
He couldn't speak as he had tubes going down his throat, and all kinds of tubes going up
his veins that an estimate of ten of them would be conservative. But with a smile,
and a few movements of his arm, he was able to convey to me, he wanted to see
Calamba again.
Of course, this desire is born of him being confined in
his bed at home for several years now. He had been confined since both of his legs
had been amputated.
I, of course took pictures of some of the new sites he would like to see. Pictures
of the new McDonalds, the new multi-story bank-building in Crossing. I took pictures
of all new and tall buildings and shown them to him.
He smiled looking at the pictures, but motioned he would like to see them in
person. He wanted to see the advancement of the town he grew up in and loves the
most. I said, get well, and as soon as he gets out of the hospital, I promise to
drive him around.
He smiled, took a deep breath, laid his head back and I saw a very distinctive glisten in
his eyes from what I believe are tears. He was so proud of his beloved town.
Unfortunately, Atty, Alonzo, my father, died in that hospital and was unable to take the
trip.
Next time you are in Calamba, take a look around and cherish it. It is really a very
precious thing just to do that.
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