“We set no special value on the possession of a virtue until we perceive that it is entirely lacking in our adversary.”
TORONTO – Any person in his right mind would seethe with anger at the cavalier fashion some people treat a catastrophic situation involving family. I would, and I am.
My family and I were facing a crisis as my second-born laid dying in London Bridge Hospital, the cancer diagnosed in 2015 was ravaging her brain and her moments on earth were just a matter of time.
I was crisscrossing the Atlantic. For weeks I was in London, England and for some days I was back in Toronto and then back again in London. All the while my mind was occupied with the fate that had befallen my daughter.
At 45 she was peaking in her career, one she had chosen after obtaining two master’s degrees – business administration from the University of the Philippines and finance from University of Melbourne and then pursuing a doctorate in economics at Universidad de Carlos III de Madrid.
Family, relatives and friends were all praying for her recovery. Regardless of how hopeless her situation appeared to be, we were still optimistic. She could pull through with divine intervention, we reasoned.
While the real-life drama was happening in London, two individuals in Toronto were at their wits’ end trying to nudge me to attend legal proceedings related to the lawsuits against me. In fact I have several, all of them triggered by my reportage and expo sé s on wrongdoing in the Filipino community.
The guy intent on having a vacation was pushing me through his henchman. He wouldn’t want me to upset his planned sabbatical basically so he wanted to push through with the proceedings. I refused. l was losing my daughter forever and every moment spent with her counted.
Well, between his irrational demand and my daughter, I’d choose the latter whatever the consequences. He could reschedule, but my daughter, once gone, will never return.
“He is very angry about the situation,” t he henchman wrote, echoing his principal’s sentiments.
That led me to believe that I was dealing with beasts. Y es, for having lost their gift of reason, these humans turned into animals. Not only were they insensitive and disrespectful, they were so petty.
Weird, but from another perspective, understandable. What else can I say?
The principal and his henchman, to my knowledge, have no experience being a father. The closest, I believe, is probably in parenting a cat or a dog.
I will not demean my family nor myself and let these two beasts dishonor us by acceding to their whims. They can go f___ themselves for all I care.
My daughter was in unbearable pain, suffering miserably and in the throes of death as it was, and here was this guy worrying about his vacation. Not surprisingly, his equally soulless henchman, adding to the insult, also made a pitch for him.
Well he could have gone on a religious trek to some idyllic place and pray that the Lord bestows him with the ability to procreate. If that happens, then he would know what fathers are, what parenting is, and how hurting it is to witness one’s child in dreadful suffering.
In any case, the inevitable happened. My daughter passed away peacefully on Dec. 25, 2016, more than nine hours after spending the traditional midnight gathering (or noche buena) of family to commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ.
It’s not even the 40th day when the period of mourning ends, and here again I’m asked if I could put my mind on the case already. Some people just don’t know when to be considerate. Animals they must be. #