Let Bygones be bygones

July 05, 2021

‘An uncle is a blessing. It means so many things. Words could never tell the joy an uncle brings. An uncle is a bond of faith that even time can’t sever, a gift to last all of our life. An uncle is forever.’ – Irene Banks

As I have said I will make a part 2 about my Tito who, maybe just me thinking, was really angry at me.

He was a close relative of mine as he and my mom are really closest out of all their siblings. He's the youngest and spoiled in the family. Maybe that's the reason he hated me because I've been close to his father ever since. And since I'm the youngest in our family also sane as him. As in we were really close before and also we were close with his children, in fact, we do a sleepover in each other's house when we were just little.

For me, as I may think, his hatred started when I stop going to college to work instead. He's disappointed that I became a brat and followed my instincts on working instead of studying. And then, in addition, I keep on supplying and giving my grandparents the best help I can manage to give them in return for them being so good to our family.

I have told in Part 1 that we have reconciled after he asks for forgiveness. I am a person who gladly accepts an apology but not quite forget easily.

And then that day happened when I was electrified after putting my hand on unsafe electrical wiring in my room. When you get electrified your hands will not stop shaking, and until now they didn't heal. My hands were full of the open blasts that came from the shock. Mom and Dad cried while seeing my hands and told me to let them check by the doctor but I prefer to work that day. It was my Elder Sister's birthday so I planned to spend all my allowance to buy her a cake and a whole chicken with a personal gift. She was forgotten the morning because of my incident and I want to enlighten her a little. When I arrived home, I saw my Tito talking with my mom and he knew about the morning incident.

I thought we were fine after he apologized before. But I was shocked, my family who's in there at the dining was shocked too when he said. "I thought I'd be coming to your wake, not the birthday party, I was too glad to hear about what happened but got disappointed knowing you survived."

Then my Father suddenly stand up and told my Tito to go home. My Tito played dumb and ask him what's wrong and that he's just telling the truth. Mom slap my Tito hard and told him to get lost. Tito was shocked because my Mom was never like that. I was shocked too because Mom never lays a hand to anybody aside from us if she disciplines us on our wrongdoings.

Tito told Mom, "You go way out of boundaries because of your ugly daughter who only wants to boost in front of other people but never finished college?? What a shame of you woman?"

That's when my Dad punched him hard and told him to go home.

After that incident I never dare visit my Grandpa whenever I know my Tito would be around, I would go there when he's working. I don't want to be a burden or the cause of conflict within the family and my Grandpa so I prefer being out of their sight.

He is so proud of his daughters because they started college, but a year after got pregnant the first and second daughter. Then he got unemployed and his wife had an affair. I heard all the rumors but never dare laugh or judge for it's not right at all. Mom told me that my Tito was always drinking every day. Mom felt pity for her brother and I told her we'll help him and we'll find a way. Father also agreed with my decision. As I have said we don't engrave rage and we forgive easily. Got that ability from Dad.

When Grandpa died, we all mourn for his death and I am working in the city so every time I went home I would go directly to my Grandpa's house to help with the wake.

At the last wake of my Lolo, my Tito was there, drunk as usual, I paid my greetings (bless) at him and then joined my cousins in helping serve the people at the wake.

When it was time for me to go home because I still have to rest for the burial the next day. My Tito came up to me and ask if we could talk for a moment. I glanced at my Dad who suddenly sat up but I stop him and told him it's alright.

We walk near the kitchen where he happened to pushed me before. He asks for my forgiveness and said. " I guess Karma really hits me harder the moment I became harsh to you and put all my hatred on you. I thought I would never experience such a downfall but God really took all of my possessions in life. And I know I'm the reason for it all because of my envy and greed. I know I'm in no position to ask this but I just want to say sorry for all of my faults to you and your family. Our relationships have been taunted because of me and I am deeply regretting it now. Losing your grandpa is the hardest but I hope you could still find a space of forgiveness in your heart for your uncle."

Speechless at first, but then I just hugged them and told him it's alright. We all have our reasons for committing mistakes but nothing better than a long talk and reconciliation.

Now, my Tito's back in his job after months of pursuing it. And his wife came home. His daughters now have each a family and just visits him often.

Thoughts:

Let bygones be bygones and learn from them. Move on.

Don't hate my Tito so much. He changed for the better.😊

Thank you for reading.

God Bless.

Fin!