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Goodbye Dad

Preparing for Korean War
1st Platoon “A” Company

“ANIÑGAT, MARIANITO, Sir.” These were the last words my Dad kept repeating while at his deathbed. As if he was reporting for duty.  My sister Ma. Shura Wickens and I were wondering whether he was talking to St. Peter at the Pearly Gates or just reminiscing his green beret days.

Here is to the man who gave me life, a good provider, a shouter, a soldier and best of all, a father. My dad was the Corps Commander at the University of the Philippines, Class 56. He was an officer at the UP Vanguard and Head of the Upsilon Sigma Phi. Words are not enough to describe the kind of man and the influence he continues to have on me. He sent me to law school and gave me the best toys; a daughter could never ask for more.

No regrets Dad.

My Father, Marianito I. Aniñgat
My father, Marianito I. Aniñgat, after his training for Korean War.

My advice to children with a dying parent: have a checklist of what you want to do for your parent before your checklist becomes a checklist of regrets.  I will share with you my checklist:

  1. Give him sweet cherries.
  2. If he wants to visit his favorite barbershop, bring him.
  3. If he wants to hear you sing, by all means, give him a concert.
  4. Even if he does not wish to see a priest, bring a priest.
  5. If he wants a picture framed,  frame it.

The checklist varies from one family to another. It could go on and on and in all probability, different from mine. To be honest, I was able to comply with all four. However, I failed to frame a picture, this picture:

My goal was to lessen my regrets in case Dad leaves. I still feel an ounce of guilt for not having framed this one while he was still alive.

Death is inevitable but as children, we should make a lot of good memories  to make our parents’ death, peaceful and regret free. Good bye for now, Daddy.

Dad was giving my brother Ramon, a thumb sign after his medical check up.
Dad was giving my brother Ramon a thumb sign after his last Medical check up.

The Army Navy Club

This is a picture of what the drop off at the Army Navy Club looks like in the 1990s. Photo courtesy of Daphne.ph

In 2011, three years after the typhoon Ondoy, I was determined to make my boys powerful swimmers like me. Considering that my first born Ruben Guinolbay II (RG), was already a good swimmer who could out swim any average 6 year old, I decided to go back to the place where I learned how to swim, for the benefit of my second son, Miguel Guinolbay (MM).

Long before the fast food chain, there was a historical place called the Army Navy Club. The Army Navy Club was built between 1900 and 1911 and was a glamorous place until around the 1930s.

In the 1980s, my siblings and I became members of the Army Navy Club swimming team under Coach Liwanag “Wawag” Gonzales. My dad was a member of the Club.  A lot of people visit the Manila Bay to view its famous sunset but my family and I always enjoyed an unobstructed view of Manila Bay daily.

My dad, Col. NItoy Aningat witha colleague.
My dad, Col. Nitoy Aningat (wearing dark blue) with a colleague.
mom at anc
My mom. Atty. Julita  Aningat, (wearing pink), Uncle Benjie, Auntie Aurora , Mario and Lola Puring enjoying an afternoon merienda at ANC bayside.
Siblings and fellow teamates Kuya Luis, Ate Bubot, with Uncle Benjie, Lola Puring , Auntie Aurora and my mom, enjoying a late afternoon merienda at the ANC bayside.

However, when I brought the boys (RG and MM Guinolbay)  to my old home-ANC, instead of an average public pool, I was saddened by the Club’s appearance which is in its highly dilapidated state. The lifeguard even prevented me and the boys from entering  the pool and to quote what he said: Ma’am di po pwede kutis ng mga anak niyo dito! 

I cannot help but wish that  had I been a lawyer already at the height of the Club’s controversy in 1997, I would have volunteered to defend its case pro bono.  It was practically my second home, the place where I first learned how to swim, played tennis, hunted my first Easter egg and belted Smokey Mountain songs in its piano bar.

After entrance
After the main entrance, one will be met by this nostalgic lobby. Photo courtesy of  Daphne.ph

It is noteworthy that this Club had a piano bar and a grand ballroom which looks like a smaller version of the  Manila Hotel’s ballroom. This is not a surprise considering  both are American colonial structures. My memories of the Club’s ballroom is incomplete without mentioning  the wooden signs which hung on the ballroom’s posts stating: To All Ye Ghosts of this Room…. Little did I know that my particular interest in this wooden sign addressed to the ghosts of dead soldiers would haunt me and inspire me to make Halloween a tradition in my workplace and in the street where I live.

In closing, its just welcoming that there are developments being undertaken in the area to restore the club to its old glory. I am so excited and could hardly wait for it to finish considering that Army Navy Club is a national treasure and definitely part of the Filipino Cultural Heritage.

Me and Atty. May Bella, likewise a member of the ANC swimming team. This picture was taken at the ANC piano bar, during my 18th birthday .
Me and Atty. May Bella, likewise a member of the ANC swimming team. This picture was taken at the ANC piano bar, during my 18th birthday .