Treasures You Find When Cleaning the Car

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Happy Father's Day Mang Napo! We love you always and miss you always.

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Since Lassie was begging for a total body spa, i took the old girl for a thorough wash and nurturing at home. Scrub, scrub, scrub... clean, clean, clean....

Some stuff you pick up in the nooks and crannies of a car:

1) game board pieces that fell off, like, 3 years ago and recovered just now when nobody plays that game anymore.
2) a mineral foundation case that decided to fall off my purse maybe during a turn (been looking all over for it, too!
3) money, also decided to escape my purse while i was driving and not looking.

After an hour of scrubbing the interiors thoroughly, it struck me that my dearest dad Mang Napo also liked cleaning the car on lazy Sunday afternoons, and this got me totally emotionally wracked up.

Smell of grease. Dirt on my hands. Tears.

Flashes in my head:
- Of Mang Napo assigning me to clean the matting. Which I totally felt lazy doing, but did so anyway.
- Of my own perspective, looking through Mang Napo's eyes, seeing this little girl (also me, jsut little), and calling her to help me out scrub those darn mats.
- Of a silly Mang Napo STILL cleaning the car as sunset and darkness came. Silly man.

That's when it occurred to me to scrub Lassie gently. Man and machine are one, after all.

As i scrubbed gentler and gentler, I am reminded of how gentle he had been. He hadn't been mushily affectionate like the dads on tv, but i felt in my heart he is one of the gentlest dads a child can ever want.

I never thought I will find a real treasure in the grease and grime of an automobile: I found my dad again.

Needless to say, now, I will a scrub a gazillion car mats if only I could spend one Sunday afternoon with him in exchange.

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to my friends who've been wondering where i've been: i lost my writing mojo. haven't been writing at all (and does micro blogging have a connection with this? hahaha)

3 comments:

IVY said...

you've been very busy with Plurk and Facebook, that's why... :D

Casey said...

Hey stranger, I've missed you! What a nice story about your dad....

Glad to have you back.

Mrsbear said...

Well a big hello to you. Sorry you're missing your dad, bittersweet uncovering those memories of him. Hope you're well.