A touching letter of an old mom to son

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I just want to share this letter to tsikoteers!

FUNFARE By Ricardo F. Lo
Wednesday, January 2, 2008

A touching letter of an old mom to son


Reader Aida del Pilar, a senior citizen, is asking Funfare to reprint a “poem” (actually, a letter) from a mother and father to their child so that she (Mrs. del Pilar) can read it to her own son, nephews and nieces “so they will know how it is to be a senior citizen.”

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Here’s Fr. Roble’s letter as it was in the vernacular:
SULAT NI TATAY AT NANAY
Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan. Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag-kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako tuwing sisigawan mo ako.
Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng bingi, pakiulit na lang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat na lang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad. Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang-plaka. Basta pakinggan mo na lang ako. Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan. Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? Kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo ‘yung sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hanggang hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtiyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.Pagpasensiyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy-matanda, amoy-lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan. Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.Pagpasensiyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako’y masungit, dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin ako.Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkuwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali lang, inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na akong makakuwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kuwento ko. Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kuwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako’y magkasakit at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan. Pagpasensiyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan.At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagapalain ka sana ... dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama’t ina.

[Galactus]

Just received this email a while ago from my wife.

Not to take away anything from the priest who reportedly "wrote" this "letter," but I received a Powerpoint presentation of this "letter" via email sometime last year (or 2 years ago). It was in English, and I think the priest merely translated it and added a few lines of his own. Anyway, it is indeed a nice read.

[XTO]

Personally parang panunumbat naman ito, mas mainam sana kung kusang loob ang pagkalinga na matatanggap mo sa iyong mga anak kaysa dahil lamang sa ganitong klase ng paalala. Kung ako ang tatanungin, matatag kong tatanggapin kung maging makasarili man ang mga anak ko sa aking pagtanda…ang mahalaga ay naibigay ko at nagampanan ko ang dapat kong gawin para sa kanila noong sila’y mga bata pa. MASAYA NA AKO DOON dahil yuon ay talagang role ng isang magulang.

[DON2003]

Just received this email a while ago from my wife.

Not to take away anything from the priest who reportedly "wrote" this "letter," but I received a Powerpoint presentation of this "letter" via email sometime last year (or 2 years ago). It was in English, and I think the priest merely translated it and added a few lines of his own. Anyway, it is indeed a nice read.

care to post the English version?

[cutedoc]

hmmm you can read it as a good letter and a bad one, bad because it make us ingrate or see how ingrate we are, yet good, when we realize that gratitude must be taken into consideration.

imo, gratitude comes from the heart and not dictated...

[VtEC]

existing thread.

http://tsikot.yehey.com/forums/showthread.php?t=45879

[Galactus]

care to post the English version?

As requested...in case anybody wants to have the Powerpoint version, post your email and I can send it to you. I would have gladly posted the PP version, but I don't know how to upload it...

Dear son...

The day that you see me old and I am already not, have patience and try to understand me …

If I get dirty when eating… if I can not dress… have patience. Remember the hours I spent teaching it to you.

If, when I speak to you, I repeat the same things thousand and one times… do not interrupt me… listen to me.

When you were small, I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you get to sleep…

When I do not want to have a shower, neither shame me nor scold me…

Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses I invented, in order that you wanted to bath…

When you see my ignorance on new technologies… give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile…

I taught you how to do so many things… to eat good, to dress well… to confront life…

When at some moment I lose the memory or the thread of our conversation… let me have the necessary time to remember… and if I cannot do it, do not become nervous… as the most important thing is not my conversation but surely to be with you and to have you listening to me…

If ever I do not want to eat, do not force me. I know well when I need to and when not.

When my tired legs do not allow me to walk...… give me your hand… the same way I did when you gave your first steps.

And when someday I say to you that I do not want to live any more… that I want to die… do not get angry… some day you will understand…

Try to understand that my age is not lived but survived.

Some day you will discover that, despite my mistakes, I always wanted the best thing for you and that I tried to prepare the way for you..

You must not feel sad, angry or impotent for seeing me near you. You must be next to me, try to understand me and to help me as I did it when you started living.

Help me to walk… help me to end my way with love and patience. I will pay you by a smile and by the immense love I have had always for you.

I love you son…

Your father

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I see this letter as a good reminder to us, as sons to our parents and not us (father/parents) to our children. So we can always take good care of our mom, dad, lola, and lolo's.