|My grandmother, Beatrice Rodriguez, |
and my grandfather, Serafin Rodriguez.
Then one vacation, my grandfather, Papa Apin, called me to his rocking chair. He said, "You know, hija, in writing, there is a thing called protocol. When you write to a couple, you always put the name of the man first followed by the lady's name."
That would be my first ever lesson in writing.
Years would go by and I would continue to develop my love for the craft. My grandfather wanted us to be lawyers. (At least I remember him telling me that I should be a lawyer. Years later, I would find out that he also told my brother that.) For some reason, none of us felt inclined to take up law. Nevertheless, I knew that he was proud of my writing.
And this post is all about thanking him and my grandmother not only for that encouragement but for all the love we were showered with growing up. Last weekend, we had a family reunion in Sto. Domingo and during the lighting of the lanterns, I know we all felt a ripple of gratitude flow through us towards the two people who made sure we grew up knowing the value of family and togetherness.
|The Family Legacy.|
So to our dear Papa Apin and Mama Betty (I got that right!), THANK YOU. Like my niece, Jann, said, "We're all right where we should be."