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D-DAY
Five years ago, my dad passed away.
He was named Salvador because he saved the life of his parents.
During the tail end of the war, his parents were caught by Japanese soldiers. At that time, we was still in his mother's womb. They were released because his dad begged the soliders to let them go, so that he could take care of his pregnant wife.
They escaped to a island, a small fishing village, and that was where my dad was born.
His name was Salvador but his friends called him Buddy, and truly, he was a great friend to many people.
My dad was a workaholic. (Which probably explains why I'm typing this in the office at 1:44am)
We only saw him on weekends.
During our dad's wake, Brandie pointed out that my dad help bring us up despite being absent from the house. My dad was a TV man, a broadcaster, a producer, a dreamer.
He brought in SESAME STREET and ELECTRIC COMPANY and taught us how to read and write.
He brought in shows like WONDER WOMAN, THE SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN, VOLTRON, G.I.JOE, THE TRANSFORMERS, and gave us heroes.
He brought in shows like TWILIGHT ZONE and dare us to look at the dark and fantastic side of the universe (and beyond).
He was instrumental in the making of shows like JOHN N MARSHA and TVJ and made us laugh.
He dreamed of building a city that would become a broadcasting hub of not just the Philippines, but Asia as well.
My father was a big man who had a big heart and had big dreams.
(I wish I inherited that part of him. That part that dreamed big and took the risks and did the impossible. Maybe it's somewhere inside me, still sleeping.)
God bless, Buddy Tan.
May perpetual light shine upon him.
Rest in peace in that big TV station in the sky, dad. :)
D-DAY
Five years ago, my dad passed away.
He was named Salvador because he saved the life of his parents.
During the tail end of the war, his parents were caught by Japanese soldiers. At that time, we was still in his mother's womb. They were released because his dad begged the soliders to let them go, so that he could take care of his pregnant wife.
They escaped to a island, a small fishing village, and that was where my dad was born.
His name was Salvador but his friends called him Buddy, and truly, he was a great friend to many people.
My dad was a workaholic. (Which probably explains why I'm typing this in the office at 1:44am)
We only saw him on weekends.
During our dad's wake, Brandie pointed out that my dad help bring us up despite being absent from the house. My dad was a TV man, a broadcaster, a producer, a dreamer.
He brought in SESAME STREET and ELECTRIC COMPANY and taught us how to read and write.
He brought in shows like WONDER WOMAN, THE SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN, VOLTRON, G.I.JOE, THE TRANSFORMERS, and gave us heroes.
He brought in shows like TWILIGHT ZONE and dare us to look at the dark and fantastic side of the universe (and beyond).
He was instrumental in the making of shows like JOHN N MARSHA and TVJ and made us laugh.
He dreamed of building a city that would become a broadcasting hub of not just the Philippines, but Asia as well.
My father was a big man who had a big heart and had big dreams.
(I wish I inherited that part of him. That part that dreamed big and took the risks and did the impossible. Maybe it's somewhere inside me, still sleeping.)
God bless, Buddy Tan.
May perpetual light shine upon him.
Rest in peace in that big TV station in the sky, dad. :)