Thursday, November 01, 2007

A Goodbye from a Departed

Tales of my Father - Part 6
(narrated in the first person as told to us by my father)

I grew up very close to my grandfather, Tatay Melecio. When I was still 8 years old, I used to go with him everywhere he goes, may it on his fishing trips, his farming or his visits to the market. And he used to tell me long, believe-it-or not tales, about persons with supernatural powers and encounters with the other kind.

He’s not really the recluse or the mystical kind who barely talks to anyone or move objects telekinetically. He’s quite talkative to me and to the other kids. And he said he knew some Latin chants to counter the works of evil magic. He had no magical object either except for his pipe which he considered as his lucky charm. At seventy, he’s still strong and healthy.

In one of our conversations one day, we talked about death. We made a promise to each other that whoever dies first should at least say goodbye to the one left behind. I had no qualms about it, so I hastily agreed. I was still a child then not knowing how it would happen.

More than 20 years had passed. I was already married with kids, worked and lived in the city. One night, after a very tiring work, I immediately went to sleep. And there in my sleep, I felt a sudden slap of a very cold air. Then a voice, very audible to me, said, “Boy, I’ll go ahead. Goodbye!” I felt the stiffness of my body. I can’t even move my hands. But the voice is clearly that of Tatay Melecio. My thoughts immediately brought me back to the scene where Tatay and I made the promise.

I immediately got back my reflexes and I woke up like I had a nightmare without the screams. It was already 5am. My wife got up a few minutes after. I told her that Tatay died already.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“Tatay spoke to me in my sleep.”

She was clearly puzzled but didn’t ask further questions. I also informed my mother about it. She was shocked and even scolded me. “How can you say that about your grandfather? You haven’t even seen him in months.”

“Yeah, I know he’s bed-ridden. But believe me. Vivian (a cousin who took care of Tatay), will come this morning and inform us. I’ll call the other grandchildren when I arrive at the office.”

Indeed, three hours after, my cousin arrived and brought the sad news. My wife and my mother just looked at each other, still puzzled at how I was able to know about Tatay’s death.

Parts 1-5 here.

8 comments:

Swipe said...

this gave me goosebumps.

Gypsy said...

Wow...he really kept his promise!

Annamanila said...

Omg. That's really uncanny. And you never doubted when you woke that the dream was true?! Because of the promise? Because the dream was so vivid?

My father's name is, was Melecio too. He also sent a message to me just before he died. he called me ... he said he was dying ... but I didn't believe the message. :(

Rey said...

There are things we can't understand like the way of the paranormals, but I'm sure they happen. I do have some stuff up my sleeve too. Your Lolo must be very close to you.

Lazarus said...

swipe, i don't know how to react if i were in my dad's place.

gypsy, tatay really kept his promise. quite a spooky fullfillment of a promise.

Lazarus said...

anna/rey, this is my dad's tale and Tatay Melecio is my greatgrandfather. Tatay died when I was around 5 years old. I don't even have any recollection of him. But I heard a lot about him from my dad.

dodong flores said...

Spooky :)
Your dad must have possessed an extra sensory perception for communicating spirits (that despite of the very short time span). I was once told not all people can feel the presence of spirit...

Annamanila said...

oh my, Lazarus, i even told you about my experience! Perhaps in my alzhemeiric mind, this was how i got the idea to blog about it too.