I have met him before... yet I never have talked to him...
I have seen him before... yet I never heard him talk... I have known him... yet I never knew him...
One thing I regret being young is not being able to know my great grandpa. He passed away when I was too young to even understand about death. I heard from all my relatives that he was a great man. A man too strict when it comes to discipline, but too lax when it comes to love.
He was a Surgeon General back in Martial law days, they said. With all the power and fame he had during that time, my family could have been 1 of the most powerful in our country today. But since my great grandpa was never corrupt, he had let go of some of the oppurtunities, even being given a permanent status in any country of his choice.
Looking back at the chances given to him, most of my relatives, including me, believe he may have made a wrong choice. But during his wake, most the people who came to give repsect to him, amazingly, were not the "powerful" people back then... but those who served for him. All those under him remembered how my great-grandpa never was tempted with power or fame.
My mom used to say, despite his busy schedule before, my great- grandpa would make time to visit St. Jude every Thursday and Sacred Heart every Friday. He even forced my mom to go with him most of the time.
To be bad is the easiest choice one can make... but to be good and do the right thing is the hardest... a lot of people can easily confuse money with power, most of us, when we have money, we think we are greater than others... some, confuses money for hapiness... but look at me... i have money (given by others), i have all technology the world can offer... yet, im depress!
My great-grandpa may have had a hard life when he was living... he may not have all what rich people may have materially... but during his last days here on earth... he was given the respect and honor he truly deserve... and... isn't that what matters the most?
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