I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but every time the hubby and I observe the birth/death anniversary of our little angel (September 28th) and the day falls on a weekend or falls close to the weekend, we take a leave from work, go to a church we haven’t visited before, and just spend time together. It’s been sort of a tradition for us as we go on with our lives here on earth without our son Pippo. So, last Friday, we did just that by going on a roadtrip to Liliw, Laguna.
Weekend Story: #PippoDay 2015
It’s that time of the year again. Instead of feeling sad, we chose to feel happy. It may not be easy, but it can be done. Thanks to our family for serving as our strong support system. Remembering the third birth/death anniv of our angel son turned out to be memorable, and even fun.
Since it was a long weekend, the hubby and I made the most of our time, invidually and together. On Friday, I had a long lunch with my blogger friends at New Orleans BGC. We tried the resto’s new menu which left us so stuffed. Among the many dishes we had the opportunity to enjoy, my fave would be the Creole Shrimps, the Southern Fried Chicken Skin, and the Buffalo Chicken Wings.
Weekend Story: Laundry Day Saturday and Mother’s Day Sunday
The hubby and I were supposed to go home in Bacoor as early as Friday night last weekend. I was, however, asked by Mame and my sister Jodie to accompany them to the doctor on Saturday morning. They weren’t sick, though. They just wanted to have a check-up with a dermatologist for possible treatment of facial warts.
When Saturday came, Jodie got lazy to get up early and Mame suddenly asked to cancel our lakad at the last minute. I was a bit upset because they wasted my time but when Mame told me she’d join us in Bacoor and celebrate Mother’s Day with me, my disappointment went away.
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First of Many
One year ago today, the hubby and I experienced indescribable pain for the very first time. It was our first tragedy as a married couple. The reason? We lost our first baby. It’s the kind of pain that lingers with you even after the event has long passed. It’s the kind of pain that haunts you all the time. The sadness remains with you, deep inside your heart.
You can move on, alright, and let go of all the negative feelings. Yes, you can have your new normal, too. But the memories of that fateful day will stay in your head until you die. It’s ironic and somewhat funny because death was the cause and yet it’s also the one that’s gonna end it all, someday.