MEDARDO ESCOLLANO

June 8,1950- October 2,2026

Eulogy for retired colonel Medardo Escolano in Silang Cavite (Jen Quest)

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My Eulogy to My Brother-in-Law, Retired Colonel Medardo Escolano

I'm so sorry that I can't be there with all of you today to say goodbye to Kuya Med in person. It's really difficult knowing that I'm not there, but I hope these words can somehow express what he meant to me and how much I loved him.

Growing up, I spent a lot of time at Ate Evic and Kuya Med's place. Kahit saan sila lumipat, lagi rin akong nandoon. Even when Kuya Med was assigned at Camp Castañeda, now known as the Philippine National Police Academy in Silang, Cavite, I was there.

In short, lumaki ako sa kanila. They became more than just my sister and brother-in-law. They became like another set of parents to me.

My husband Marlo, who was my boyfriend at that time, just shared a memory with me. When he first met Kuya Med, Kuya Med asked him, "Anong plano mo kay Bebe?" That question said so much. He wasn't asking as just a brother-in-law, he was asking like a father would. That's really how he treated me, like his own.

Growing up with them, I witnessed how much Kuya Med loved and took care of his family.

To the outside world, he was a tough police officer. But at home, he was a loving husband and a devoted father.

Pag dating kay Ate Evic, alam naman natin lahat, awayin mo na kahit sino, huwag lang si Ate Evic, dahil kung hindi, lagot ka kay Kuya Med.

He was protective of her, and you could see how much she meant to him.

And I saw how affectionate he was with his utoy Paul and his baby Charm. That tough exterior softened when it came to his family.

Although, apparently, Paul had a slightly different understanding of my role in the family. Akala po niya katulong nila ako noon

Those memories made me laugh every time.

Kuya Med was also a man of many talents. He loved to sing, read, write, and talk. I think I inherited many of those talents from him, except the singing.

Thank you, Kuya Med, for giving me the gift of loving to read, inspired by your beautiful collection of books and magazines that you kept so perfectly neat and organized. As the messy child that I was, I got in trouble more than once for disturbing your collection, but looking back, those memories make me smile.

Kuya Med also had a lot to say. Sometimes, maybe too much to say. And there were times when people might have taken offense at how he said things. But that was also part of who he was. He was passionate. He cared deeply, and he was never afraid to speak his mind.

But underneath that strong personality was a man with a very big heart.

Kuya Med, thank you for letting me grow up in your home. Thank you for treating me like one of your own, for the lessons, the laughter, the stories, and most of all, for the love and care you gave me.

I hope you knew how deeply I loved you.

You will always be a part of who I am.

Rest peacefully, Kuya Med.

I love you. And thank you for everything.

P.S. This photo is of Kuya Med with my kids, from when they last visited the Philippines. He took the time to show them around and treated them to lunch. He always showed so much affection to my kids, just like he did with me growing up.