...traise my Roots. (Part 2)

Yesterday i received a message from a "tukayo" (namesake). His name however is a little bit longer , rene salvador ramos san andres. i'm now fond of discovering simple things about anything and his name interest me. "rene" of course is french for "rain"; "salvador" is Spanish meaning "saviour" and "san andres" as one of the 12 disciples. "Ramos" although sounds Spanish have no direct meaning but related to "Ramesh" (Hindi, meaning "ruler of Ram") and "Remus and Romulus" (Roman, these persons founded and rule the Roman Empire). If i'll corelate his name, it could mean "a great provider of relief, life and a great ruler". I haven't met "tukayo" yet, but as how his message sounds to me, my corelation could be true. He's a great lover of music and his music became part of many holy rites. That is the utmost reverance of God, thru the sacrifice of the mass. A very great achievement for a common man who's only wish was to share what God had given him. His "Paghahandog" song was a revelation of the man himself, he's returning the favor to God by offering what was given upon him.
It's another chance of again tracing my roots. While I had at once the opportunity of knowing my Tata Pepe (http://infocount.blogspot.com/2008/05/traise-my-roots.html) , it's another chance for me to become part of another one. It's the truth that however I deny, it has be one. Otherwise, I am denying my own existence.
My "tukayo" could be the sibling of "kamag-anaks" (Ding and Ramon San Andres) we had traced and met long time ago. While meeting them already offered great happiness on our part, it will be personally more exciting for me. Just imagine, a namesake with the same interest, age level and perhaps same likings.
I still have to meet him personally. But right now, I have to think and be thankful of what had happened. What a small world!

hope..hope and hope!

this morning i've learned and have to admit something. I am getting old and starting to forget things. on the way to my work, i have to pass the main gate of the king abdulazis port and this was manned by the port police. they're scrutinizing and questioning every one doing business or working at the port. our company secured us a port pass that we have to show (plus our faces) to the guards for them to let us in. and of all things, i forgot my pass. so, i have to come back and get it from my room.
now things are showing up. silverlinings on top of my head (i'm thankful that at least some hair still remaining), and i'm getting easily tired nowadays. plus, the forgetfull ness. i can not deny it, i'm getting old.
even then, i'm very thankful that a i reached this age. some of my friends and classmates passed away even before reaching their peaks. at my age now (40+), i can not say that i'm still on my peak but i'm hoping i'm still. hoping is free anyway.
this could be the turning age of my lifetime. i think this is the time whein i have to decide which better way should be for me. my child is going to college and still have long years to work after she finished any course she may take. but my love and support for her will remain.
well, today i forgot something, something that could let me in to my work. still, i tried to get it and use it. the thing is, i'm still willing and hoping to go on. until when, that i forgot...