# Juanito P. Galvez (1928–2022) **Published**: 2022-10-26 on [nestor.wtf](https://nestor.wtf/2022/10/26/juanito-p-galvez-1928-2022/) **Source archive**: `~/src/nestor-wtf-archive/mirror/nestor.wtf/2022/10/26/juanito-p-galvez-1928-2022/` **Filed to vault**: 20260801 (W12.1 static archive → `1 Areas/Galvez/`) ![[assets/20221026 baby-7.jpeg]] My grandfather died last June. His love was rarely spoken, but can be felt through his actions. I grew up with my grandparents because my parents decided to part ways shortly after I was born. Papa, as we called him (and Mama my grandmother), provided a home for myself, my mother, and my sister. Papa rarely showed his emotions. When Papa’s mother died, I remembered seeing him walking to the neighbor to borrow their phone. He called the funeral service to come to the house. No emotions and everything was prepared. I only saw him cry once while giving a eulogy at my mother’s funeral. My mother told him during Martial Law that they might not see each other again, if things got worse for her. When I was three or so, I remembered going with Papa to Quezon province, where we visited my mother while she was detained and was set free a few months later. Life started became stable for us after 1984. Back in 1999, before going back to college, I recalled Papa kissing me goodbye. The feeling was also similar: back then, I thought that was the last time we would see each other. The next time we saw each other was in 2012, when things started to settle for me. --- ## Vault links - Related fragments (2022): [[3 Archives/2022 Papa Tribute/Love is rarely spoken but can be felt]], [[3 Archives/2022 Papa Tribute/We called him 'Papa' instead of the traditional 'Lolo']], [[3 Archives/2022 Papa Tribute/He served as the head of our extended family]] - Family archive folder: `3 Archives/Galvez/` - Static site mirror post: offline via `all-posts` → *Juanito P. Galvez (1928-2022)*