Our Dad’s Passing
Our father, John Cacho, was rushed to Hamad Hospital in Qatar last November 30 due to cardiac arrest. The prognosis was poor but my brother and I clung to hope the he might make it. We asked help from everyone we know, including dad’s company to get to him. He was at GCS 3 and in deep coma, but maybe my presence can trigger something. Just when we were about to complete the paperwork, it was too late.
On December 12, he succumbed to his condition. He had Hypoxic brain injury and his heart finally stopped. It took a few days for all of us- family, relatives, friends, and colleagues…to accept the truth. Dad said that after one more year at Qatar, he will be back for good. We are saddened that the “for good” is his eternal peace.
His body was transported from Qatar back to Iloilo. His burial is set on December 28, 2019.
Since our mother’s hospital bills and passing, we were hit by severe financial setbacks. Although dad, my brother and I worked tirelessly to pay them all back, we were still a few months away from settling all our balances. With our dad’s sudden passing, we are left scrambling to find funds on short notice.
I am setting the campaign target to 750,000 pesos. These will cover our father’s burial and funeral expenses, settle the remaining debts we have, and allow my brother and I about 6 months of finding ways to recover.
Our Dad, The Builder
My father was an Overseas Filipino Worker (OFW). It was when I was in the 4th grade of elementary school that dad went overseas to provide for us. Such is the unfortunate nature of several Filipino family. One or both parents must fly to other countries to provide for their children. Dad took that mantle. He was a civil engineer but he built more than just structures, he built a family. When he first left, I really could not understand why. I was a child and those things were outside my comprehension.
"Why is dad behind the screen?" I recalled, tapping tapping on the monitor. "is he trapped?" I asked my mom. I can only talk to him through the glass and flickering pixels. Dad just smiled when I said that but deep down, his heart was weeping. Six years separated me and my brother. Both of us filled with innocence and probably the same questions.
His last return to Iloilo was a few months ago. I spent a week of vacation leave to spend that time with him. He declared that next year will be his last year in Qatar. That finally! We will be together. No more big debts to pay, no more big worries. We planned on maybe making a company in the future. Dad, my brother and I. We are engineers and maybe we can have something built together.
Unfortunately, that was not meant to be. He left too early and did not make it until next year. But! His last act was to do major renovations at our house. This was to make out lives better and make sure that all damages are patched up. Until the very end, dad was a builder. We will miss him greatly.
If you are not comfortable or unable to pay online, please contact me through the details below. Bank details are available if you wish to send through that way:
Main Contact: Nhel Kevin Cacho (John Cacho’s Son)
Email: [email protected]
Bank Account: 1349083929 (BPI)
Cellphone number: 09981257594
Any amount helps us a lot. If you are not at a good financial situation but wish to help too, please share this fundraiser. Thank you all very much.