Crisanto Fesalbon SR. My Father’s father, my lolo, a father of four, has died two years ago. Not long after my family have move in Canada, his one of the great person I know, brave, courageous and furious but, despite of him having a fearsome appearance, he have that one enormous heart that loves his entire family. Even though he has twenty or more grandchildren he still manages and cooks for every one of us. He is thoughtful and will give all he could just to prove how important his family for him. Seventy years old is when he left, still young but already weak. Cigarette, that’s the reason behind his death, its to blame why he left. He’s a chain smoker; he could probably take three to four packs of cigarette a day, which …show more content…
I remember the time he gets to live with me and my family. While he was with us, I witnessed how weak his getting, skinnier and frail by that time. We did everything we can to help him feel better. However, he never helped himself, he never stop smoking. The cigarettes, the only thing he has ever love doing since he was sixteen, the smoke that smells like pain, as if it can kill everyone who comes near. The smoke that makes the day unclear like the dreams of someone whose future is untold. One time, while the rest of us were sleeping, early in the morning around five, he tried to walk on the narrow and steep street up north to get to the tiny convenient stores near our village with his skinny legs and swollen knees. His so determine to buy “pandesal” his pension money from the government for about 1,300 pesos per month. “Pandesal” is one of the Filipinos best homemade bread usually we eat for breakfast. He doesn’t want to be somebody else’s burden and his trying his hardest to prove to his family that he is more than just a bed ridden, sick, old man. He does not …show more content…
However, that day my father was not impressed about it. I remember hearing him said to him. “How many times do I have to tell you, you don’t have to do this, it’s safer for you to stay home, you are not strong enough anymore to handle yourself and be by your own. That is why you are in here, and with me, so that I can take care of you. What if you collapse or got hit by vehicles out there? You better start thinking about how I will feel if something bad happened to you, rather than thinking just your own