I remember him as my grandpa who doesn't want me bothering him or playing around his house. He is a disabled man but doesn't want me helping with his things. During occasions, he loves to drink rice wine until he's very drunk. Drunk or not, he likes to shout at the top of his lungs in answer to the call of birds in the nearby forest. He answers to hooting of owls, to the call of birds we call "tiggu" that signify if rain or bad weather is coming, the cry of hornbills, and many more.
The family history says that despite his leg disability due to polio, he was a powerful shaman who carried the gift of death and destruction. Because of this, my great grandfather (on the father side of my mother) had to give her middle daughter to him as his wife for fear he would cause harm to my great grandma's family.
Although Great Grandfather Was a Powerful Shaman himself, he always avoided conflicts with his fellow villagers. Because of this arranged marriage, my mom and her 5 siblings came to be.
Posted in behalf of Isabel D KM