Tito Prof has always been my image of the family career man. He was the image of a patriarch much like Vito Corleone in The Godfather. A man who does well in his job and understands that it is in only in the purpose of taking care of family that his job has meaning.
He has never been shy spending to provide new family moments. He bought a farm in Laur, so his mother could grow old in a peaceful place. He has always given the most money on new year. He brought crabs once. And in return has only received t-shirts and bottles of liquor.
When my father started a business selling chili garlic, Tito Prof would sell them to everyone who would visit him, asking for a sign-off. Literally, someone would need a signature for a document and he would try to add it to their purchase like an add-on to a burger.
When I was in high school, I needed a finepoint (0.3) pens. A 60-peso gel-tech pen would have worked just fine, sign-pens would have passed. But when I mention it to my parents, they told him, and he gave me one of his drafting pens. A Fucking Drafting pen that actual architects and Engineers who make buildings, and pipes and blueprints use; a pen that gave even lines and are engineered so precise and are oh so expensive. In his mind, it was obvious that I needed this, because I was in a high school drafting class. In one of my biggest regrets, I lost that pen. I hate myself for it every time I remember.
In college, he lent my parents money for a semester’s worth of tuition. No questions, just faith. I work hard to be worth that faith.
He was eloquent with his words, loving to his wife, sweet to his grandchildren. His voice was raspy from smoking cigarettes his whole life but it carried well. He spoke with the same gravitas whether it was a speech, or just a conversation.
At the yearly New Year’s Party, all the adult men would be at one table away from everyone else, drinking the liquor they all gave to each other. I figured the table was somewhere I would be when I became a man. I thought I would one day drink with all of them. Now that can never be.
Rest in Peace Tito.