I first met my father-in-law, Moises P. Cating — affectionately called Daddy Mos — in the parking lot of a hotel in Baguio. I was anxious, about to meet my girlfriend Mitos’ family for the first time, rehearsing in my mind what I should say.

As I approached, he remarked in Ilocano, “Nag-dakkel isuna!”—“He’s so big!” Compared to his charmingly compact, round frame, my height must have been exaggerated. I often teased Mitos later that if someone created a stuffed toy modeled after him, it would surely be a bestseller.

From that initial humorous moment, Daddy Mos embraced me instantly. He never treated me as merely “the boyfriend” or “the son-in-law”; instead, he welcomed me as his own son. His warmth and openness set the tone for our relationship, one defined by genuine affection, mutual respect and boundless joy.

Daddy Mos was joy personified. His infectious laughter could lift any spirit, filling every room he entered with warmth and ease. Conversations with him flowed naturally, always punctuated by his gentle chuckle. He had a rare talent for making people feel deeply valued, always listening earnestly and offering thoughtful, compassionate advice. His faith was quietly profound. A devout Catholic, his life was a testament to his unwavering belief in kindness, generosity and humility. Faith for Daddy Mos was not about public gestures, but was woven subtly into every aspect of his daily life. He consistently demonstrated that true spirituality meant helping others quietly and without expectation.

Our bond deepened effortlessly. We spent countless hours on the golf course, where between swings, we shared stories, life lessons and endless laughter. These moments weren’t merely about playing golf — they became cherished rituals, times when I absorbed wisdom, humor, and a deeper understanding of family and fatherhood. Professionally and civically, Daddy Mos left a remarkable legacy. As an accomplished lawyer, he navigated complex issues with fairness, compassion and unwavering integrity. Colleagues and clients alike admired his intellect and kindness. He consciously avoided politics, choosing instead to shape his beloved Baguio City quietly, through advocacy, mentorship and community involvement.

His entrepreneurial spirit flourished when he founded Solibao Restaurant in 1972. From a modest establishment, Solibao blossomed under his watchful guidance into an iconic culinary landmark, celebrated for its authentic Filipino dishes. It wasn’t just a business; it became a cultural cornerstone where hospitality and community intersected beautifully. His civic contributions were numerous. He championed local businesses as chairman of the Hotel and Restaurant Association of Baguio, tirelessly promoting the city’s tourism and culture. As chairman of the Baguio Water District, he dedicated himself to ensuring sustainable water management and equitable distribution. His commitment to indigenous rights and heritage, as a respected Ibaloy elder, further underscored his deep-rooted dedication to fairness, dignity, and unity among diverse communities.

Yet among all his roles, perhaps the one that brought him the greatest joy was being a grandfather. His grandchildren — and many neighborhood children — adored him. He was not just a grandfather but their beloved grandpa mos or “grampa mos.” His boundless energy turned everyday moments into adventures: Living rooms transformed into forts, hallways into racetracks, and Christmas mornings into joyous celebrations complete with pandesal and queso de bola. He had an unmatched gift for storytelling, inventing bedtime tales filled with whimsical dragons, friendly giants and moral lessons that gently shaped young hearts. Any child would have cherished him as their grandfather. He had a magical ability to make each grandchild feel special, unique and infinitely loved. He never ran short of treats in his pockets, kind words on his lips, or warm embraces to comfort small sorrows. His grandchildren flourished in the light of his unconditional affection, a legacy they carry proudly forward.

At home, Daddy Mos embodied love, comfort and unwavering support. Gatherings at his house were filled with laughter, hearty meals and heartfelt conversations. He exemplified true leadership — not through commanding authority, but through humility, kindness and genuine care for everyone around him.

Reflecting on Daddy Mos, who passed away about a year and a half ago, I am filled with gratitude. He profoundly shaped my perspective on family, faith and what it means to lead a meaningful life. Through his actions — mentoring young professionals, anonymously supporting charitable causes and always prioritizing family — he taught that greatness is measured not by accolades, but by the lives we touch.

Today, as I remember him, my heart swells with both joy and a quiet longing — joy from countless memories filled with laughter and love, and longing for just one more conversation, one more golf round, one more shared smile. Yet his presence remains vivid in our lives, his wisdom continually guiding us.

This Father’s Day, I honor you, Daddy Mos. You were a mentor, a golf buddy, a trusted advisor and, most importantly, a shining example of kindness, joy and unwavering faith. Your spirit endures in every generous act, every loving gesture, every moment of family warmth we continue to share. Thank you, Daddy Mos, for teaching us that true stature is measured by how we live, how deeply we love and how generously we give.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy Mos. Forever tall in our hearts.