"I will go to Bicutan and visit with Felix on Monday!" My almost 70 year-old 'temp ward' told me this morning that is what he would do on Monday. He did not bother to ask. He just out right announced that would just be so. There is no surprise about his pronouncement; it was a typical expression, so I had learned through the years of my coming and going, watching about and listening to him emotionally behave as a mentally-challenged person. I murmured silently, "Where do you suppose you would get the transport means to get where you wanted to go?" I remained silent for a minute or so, and then I told him cousin Felix no longer resided where he thought he did. I told him cousin Felix had a stroke and his wife had taken him to Laguna somewhere, and we did not know his exact residential address. He was quiet for a little while, but then he blurted he would instead go to BF Resort and visit with acquaintances there. He said as well it would be his birthday come Monday, the 25th, so that was what he wanted to do. He even asked me what I would give him for his birthday present. I stayed muted. I just listened to his wishful verbalizing. Again, I wondered though if he expected that I find and dole out the monetary means required to get from point A to B. Abi, my biological parents' passed along responsibility, nowadays live from hand-to-mouth subsistence at the mercy of siblings and relatives. How he was reduced from a once well-cared for boy, to that of a much older adult now in lowly and marginalized situation, boggled me. What I perfectly knew was I did not want the burden, or joys, of having to care for him as he waits out his demise.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Life Fleets
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"I will go to Bicutan and visit with Felix on Monday!" My almost 70 year-old 'temp ward' told me this morning that is what he would do on Monday. He did not bother to ask. He just out right announced that would just be so. There is no surprise about his pronouncement; it was a typical expression, so I had learned through the years of my coming and going, watching about and listening to him emotionally behave as a mentally-challenged person. I murmured silently, "Where do you suppose you would get the transport means to get where you wanted to go?" I remained silent for a minute or so, and then I told him cousin Felix no longer resided where he thought he did. I told him cousin Felix had a stroke and his wife had taken him to Laguna somewhere, and we did not know his exact residential address. He was quiet for a little while, but then he blurted he would instead go to BF Resort and visit with acquaintances there. He said as well it would be his birthday come Monday, the 25th, so that was what he wanted to do. He even asked me what I would give him for his birthday present. I stayed muted. I just listened to his wishful verbalizing. Again, I wondered though if he expected that I find and dole out the monetary means required to get from point A to B. Abi, my biological parents' passed along responsibility, nowadays live from hand-to-mouth subsistence at the mercy of siblings and relatives. How he was reduced from a once well-cared for boy, to that of a much older adult now in lowly and marginalized situation, boggled me. What I perfectly knew was I did not want the burden, or joys, of having to care for him as he waits out his demise.
"I will go to Bicutan and visit with Felix on Monday!" My almost 70 year-old 'temp ward' told me this morning that is what he would do on Monday. He did not bother to ask. He just out right announced that would just be so. There is no surprise about his pronouncement; it was a typical expression, so I had learned through the years of my coming and going, watching about and listening to him emotionally behave as a mentally-challenged person. I murmured silently, "Where do you suppose you would get the transport means to get where you wanted to go?" I remained silent for a minute or so, and then I told him cousin Felix no longer resided where he thought he did. I told him cousin Felix had a stroke and his wife had taken him to Laguna somewhere, and we did not know his exact residential address. He was quiet for a little while, but then he blurted he would instead go to BF Resort and visit with acquaintances there. He said as well it would be his birthday come Monday, the 25th, so that was what he wanted to do. He even asked me what I would give him for his birthday present. I stayed muted. I just listened to his wishful verbalizing. Again, I wondered though if he expected that I find and dole out the monetary means required to get from point A to B. Abi, my biological parents' passed along responsibility, nowadays live from hand-to-mouth subsistence at the mercy of siblings and relatives. How he was reduced from a once well-cared for boy, to that of a much older adult now in lowly and marginalized situation, boggled me. What I perfectly knew was I did not want the burden, or joys, of having to care for him as he waits out his demise.
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