He was an alcoholic.
I vividly remember the incident when he made everybody panicked. He claimed that somebody was trying to attack him. And that somebody was wearing black. He was yelling to “
ayan na yung mamang nakaitim, papatalon na sa gate“. We were then convinced that he was just hallucinating! There was never a man in black jumping over the gate. We didn’t see anyone, at all…
Family members suggested that he should go to a rehabilitation center. Everyone agreed but not his mother….
Morning, noon and night…. His day was never complete without it. No matter how much we explained that it won’t do any good to him, he never listened.
Until…. he was diagnosed of Tuberculosis. I felt sorry for him. I felt sorry for his family – especially the kids.
After years of suffering, his body finally gave up. It was over!
December 22, 2005. three days before Christmas when he finally said goodbye. I wasn’t able to see him alive. The last time I saw him was 2003. He came home and asked for money. I refused. It’s not that I didn’t want to give him any. I felt bad but I’d be at my worst if I did. I knew why he was asking for it….
He’d buy a bottle of gin.
The bottle that killed him. The bottle that killed my Uncle.
Mitch Carvalho
I am a full-time home-based Marketing Manager by day, 24/7 Mom, and a Blogger/Content Creator in my spare time. Proud mom to 2 girls and 1 boy, Derelle, Erchelle, and Elric.
I am happy to share my adventures as I walk through motherhood and have to do most things on my own while my husband works miles away from us. Turning my passion into a profitable venture is another thing.
Authoring and managing this personal blog developed my social media awareness over the years.
From being an ex-OFW to doing what I am good at in the comfort of my own home – while taking good care of my 3 wonderful kids, I hope that people see me as a great inspiration when it comes to pursuing my passion and turning it into a profitable venture.
A giant leap like this is such a challenging journey but indeed is rewarding. A few bumps along this whole journey did not stop me from being the best version of myself.
He was an alcoholic.
I’m so sorry about what happened to your uncle. Alcohol can really be an overpowering opponent in life. I hope that he is now at peace.
Thanks, Rach! Kaya I always remind my father too to drink moderately.