His name is Hildebrando M. Pecson. To his relatives, he is known as the youngest son of a well known family in Santa Cruz, Zambales which is not only known for its beautiful beaches just a few stretches at the back of the ancestral home. To his friends and town mates, he is known as the first Mayor of Quezon, Isabela, known as the Little Texas of the Philippines.
It was he who taught us the value of saying "I am Sorry"even to the lowly. Whenever, we commit mistakes he would call us in their bedroom and in his well modulated voice, asked us privately what mistake we committed. He would give us a sermon which really made us cry. Then he would send us out. After less than 5 minutes he would call us back to say "I am sorry I had to call your attention and made you cry. It is difficult for me to see you crying but I have to because I want you to be a better child..."
He who was my number one critic...even in the choice of lipstick and nail polish when I was yet in College. He would always encourage us to use black ink or ballpens especially when signing documents.
We were always in the opposite basketball camps. He was with Crispa, I was with Toyota. But he was also my number one supporter in my undertakings and endeavors. He was always ready to listen and ever humble, never forced his ideas to us all.
My father, my friend (standing at the back) with his parents, brothers and sisters. He aspired not for wealth nor fame, he sought for opportunities of service.
Thanks, cousin Lita for sharing this picture! 
