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Weekend Story: #PippoDay + Family Time

Last weekend was memorable and fun. On Saturday, the hubby and I celebrated our little angel’s 7th birthday in heaven by hearing the anticipated mass at St. Michael the Archangel Shrine in Malacañang, visiting his niche housed in that same church complex, and having dinner at Wok Inn Restaurant in Malate with our former La Cocina boss, Dr. Ramon Legarda.

On Sunday, we went to the condo again and swam in the pool. We just brought some sandwiches and chips so we had something to eat while there. We then spent the rest of the day at S&R Baclaran (to catch the last day of the members’ treat) and at home.

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Weekend Story: Pippo’s 6th Birthday in Heaven + Roadtrip to Liliw, Laguna + Feast Day of St. Michael the Archangel in San Miguel, Manila

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.

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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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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.

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Weekend Story: Tagaytay-Nasugbu Road Trip (a.k.a. #PippoDay 2014)

The hubby and I, along with my mom and two sisters, went on a road trip yesterday. It was the 28th of September and we were remembering our little angel Pippo. Destinations were Tagaytay and Nasugbu. We left our Bacoor home at around 8:45am and reached Nasugbu two hours after. We were grateful for the nice weather (alternating between sunny and cool), the fun experience and our safe return back home.

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In Nasugbu, we heard the morning mass (11:00am) at the Transfiguration Chapel housed inside Calereuga Retreat Center.

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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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