Daddy Ba is my uncle, although he definitely treated me more than a niece. Daddy Ba would pick me up from school (much to the chagrin of my mother who would be left wondering why my school service couldn’t find me) and take me to the grocery, to jollibee, etc. We would spend late afternoons chatting. He’d tell me about algebra, Napoleon, love, family history.
He died when I was 12 and admittedly I was hard hit by this event. Everytime I look at Ruy I imagine how he and Daddy Ba would have gotten along so well. It’s been over a decade since he passed away and I’m still very much affected by his death. I think what made his death so difficult was the manner by which he died. He definitely didn’t want to, he fought to the last breath in order not to die. He was just unfortunate to be a victim of medical malpractice and negligence.
Our family contemplated on suing the hospital where he died. It was (and still is) one of the top if not the top hospital in the country. We weren’t sure how we can stand up against their battalion of lawyers. Another thing against us is the fact that we don’t really have solid medical malpractice laws in the country. It’s not like in the US where they have strict laws and excellent lawyers in each state such as the Washington DC medical malpractice lawyers .
In the end, we ended up not doing anything. I just hope these hospital officials now that they robbed our family of a wonderful man. =(
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