Weekend Story: Undas 2018

Last long weekend was fun but challenging at the same time. We had so much time but so much to do as well. First, there was Undas or All Saints Day. As what has been our arrangement in the past years, the hubby and I joined my parents and my sister Jodie in traveling to our hometown in Nueva Ecija to visit the grave of my father’s parents who I fondly called Tatay and Inang. We also got to catch up with some of our relatives who filled us up with new anecdotes and laughter and of course, food.

Second, there was Kalag-kalag or All Souls Day that my PILs prepare for every November 2nd as a way of remembering our departed loved ones with reverence. After praying the rosary, we feasted on grilled tilapia, grilled liempo, pork sinigang, baked spaghetti, baked garlic and parmesan chicken, and lotsa rice. We also had a cake from Max’s and the kalamay na may sabaw and ube haleya that we brought from my hometown for desserts. The boys had a few bottles of beer while the girls drank soda. Happy times!

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Weekend Story: A Mix of Good and Bad Things

Last weekend was a mix of good and bad things for the hubby and me. We actually had a long weekend as we both went on leave on Friday to renew my driver’s license and to have more free time as it was #PippoDay (a.k.a. our angel son’s 4th birth and death anniversary) last September 28th.

We normally visit a new church (not literally new but something we haven’t visited before) during this time but this year was an exemption. We just visited his niche, lighted a candle, and said a prayer. You live in our hearts, son. We’ll see each other again someday. Okay, before I become too emotional here, let me tell you about the rest of our weekend which can be described as a mix of good and bad things.

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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.

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This Too Shall Pass

I just heard from the hubby that our friends Vanessa and Oscar have just lost their new born baby boy. He had heart complications and died from cardiac arrest this morning. I can so relate. The hubby and I experienced the same thing just last year. The wound it left us is still raw and healing from the loss is a continuous process for us.

A few weeks from now, it will be our son’s first birth and death anniversary. While their son had lived for a few days, ours only lived for four hours. Four short and agonizing hours. The pain was indescribable. Somehow, I feel they’re luckier than us because he’s their second child while baby Pippo is our first. But then, losing a loved one is the worst tragedy of all that feeling this sense of luck is irrelevant at this time.

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Farewell, Tita Lourdes!

During my college years, I experienced living with relatives to save on resources and eventually, out of necessity. You see, I grew up in the province and my family didn’t have a house in Manila where the university was. I survived college with the help, both emotionally and financially, of relatives. One of them is my uncle Roy who is my dad’s younger brother.

Tito Roy used to live in Bacoor, Cavite with her wife Lourdes. They had a bakery then. I spent my freshman and sophomore days under their roof. In exchange for their kindness to accommodate me in their house, I helped in their bakery every weekday after school and during weekends when I had no classes.

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