Last long weekend was filled with happy memories. The hubby and I went home in Bacoor as early as Friday night. When Saturday afternoon came, my in-laws followed us there. After they had taken some rest, we hit the road to visit the grave of my FIL’s brother at the cemetery, also in Bacoor. On Sunday, we stayed home to bond as a family and in the evening, went to church to hear mass and visited Evia Lifestyle Center (ELC) for dinner and some malling.
We went back to Manila on Monday afternoon. We visited our angel son’s niche and rested a bit. Then the Techos and the Mabalays, along with my aunt and my cousin from Laguna, went to Robinsons Place Manila (RPM) to celebrate my father’s birthday through a simple dinner. He just turned 60, which means he’s now a dual citizen (Filipino and senior), hahaha.
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It was our first time to visit our son’s grave on All Saints Day yesterday. I can’t exactly describe the mixed feelings I felt. I wanted be sad but somehow I managed to be cool and okay. After visiting the graves of our other departed loved ones and family friends in Makati and in Bacoor, I just busied myself at home for the rest of the day. I cooked, washed the dishes, read books, and played with our neighbor’s lovely kitten that likes to stay on her heated cat bed all the time. Okay, make that just a plain cat bed. But seriously, that kitten is so adorable and makes me think of having one in our home, too!
Watching the TV by nighttime proved to be a sort of treat. The news featured Filipinos from all walks of life visiting the graves of their departed loved ones at the many cemeteries of Metro Manila. Most of these cemeteries were jampacked with people and it really showed just how loving and thoughtful we are as a people.
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The celebration of All Saints’s Day here in Manila was anything but boring. In our little clan, yesterday was chaotic and energy-draining but very fun and fulfilling. Together with my six-member family, my aunts and uncles and a few cousins, we left the city to visit the graves of my grandparents in Nueva Ecija.
It has been sort of a tradition. My uncle would bring his car (an L-300 Van) to serve as our service vehicle and we would all meet up at our favorite Jollibee store that’s open 24/7. The rest of us would be in charge of bringing food for our lunch at our ancestral house that’s now showing signs of age (unfortunately). The bonding would continue as we pay a visit to the cemetery and as we travel back to Manila.
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