Monday, November 17, 2008

I call him "Andoy" like my great-grandfather


Three weeks ago today, at around 1:29 a.m., my son was born. I wept when I first saw him minutes after he came out of her mother's (my lovely wife's) womb. I think this is the second time in my life that I have shed tears for joy. The first time was when my ex-girlfriend walked down the aisle to meet me while I waited before the altar.

I named him (and my wife agreed) "Justis Andres." Justis, because when I was about 14 or 15 years young, I read in a MegadetH (80's-90's Bay Area Thrash Metal Band) cover sleeve that Dave Mustaine's (Megadeth Frontman/Guitarist extra-ordinaire) son is named Justis, and from that moment on, I have decided that I will name my future son "Justis". Andres, because my father's name is "Bonifacio." For those of you who might happen to read this who happen to be non-Filipino, or a non-fan of South-East Asian/Philippine Colonial History, "Andres Bonifacio" is a Filipino hero during the Filipino-Spanish war. Many consider him to be the bravest Filipino warrior-general during those times. Andres Bonifacio's like Leonidas, Geronimo, William Wallace, and maybe perhaps, Oliver Cromwell to some extent, except that he never gained true national power like Cromwell did. Like Leonidas, Bonifacio was betrayed by scum. Anyway.

I still get teary-eyed everytime I look at my son for more than a minute. He looks like a Million Bucks and more. Nevermind the things I do not have in life, which I thought I could not go on living without. My son is the proof that I have lived.

Don Justis Andres Garcia Y Rivera.