He lost his job as a dieasal fitter at the mining company and ended up marrying a Filipino.
He was quite a big man yet fit and strong as an ox.
I find that as well with newly arrived Filipinos to Canada.
It's like they want us to adapt to their way of life, and having grown up in Canada with my parents really wanting to focus on being Canadian, I always taught by my parents to don't trust anyone but yourself.
I don't know exactly what happened but they got a call a few months prior to him dying and I guess they must have realized he hadn't long to live. I've visited the Philippines with my family, on my own,with my own family now. I am of Filipino background, but I don't have those attachments to the PI like some of kids I grew up with did or their parents do.
We got the bad news one evening and the boys drove to Queensland for the funeral some time after that. My parents and my aunts and uncles, when they came to Canada, they lived like Canadians.
The people who were taking care of my grandmother before she passed away were stealing from her.
He was a loner and saved most of his money, bought a nice big brick house and furnished it with quality furniture, kitchen and other expensives appliances,etcetera.I'm not saying it's not justified, but it still hurts. First country is full of evil, greedy, hateful and aggressive hypocrites. For me, the country has even lost its "friendly" edge. A true life dictator, a murderer, people getting shot on the basis of denunciations with no proofs. Well after 4 months and the usual bs stories of her not having any money for student fees etc meds, and me stupidly giving her money over that time period I got a nasty surprise one night on Skype when her irate tattooed Chinoy bf popped up a video call. He threated to kill me if I ever laid foot in the Philipines.The second one is as almost bad, yet with more natural resources, they just smile more and try play cutesy, but very deep down corrupt. Haha...you're the one sounds Filipino This is a place where you cannot trust anyone. There is a lot beneath the surface, people lie too much. A few days later I met another girl pretty but slightly older 25.Although I don't speak Tagalog, I brought my cousin with me on a trip to Manila from my parent's province to interpret things for me.I knew enough to know if we were being scammed or not. Maybe it's more prevalent in the big cities, I see less of it in the province, but I see the whole scamming of a little more money here and there from some.