A Grandmother’s Story

I still find it unfathomable that I have no more grandparents waiting for me to come home. Barely two weeks ago, my paternal grandmother, my last living grandparent, succumbed to coma and eventually death after suffering from a hemorrhagic stroke. What’s even more even more difficult to comprehend was the rate at which life surprised us. Lola Flor  just celebrated her 79th birthday last February 23 and I was even able talk to her through the phone. Three days later, our entire family was dumbfounded with the news that she suffered a stroke. 

On the last night of the wake,  our family  organized a short program to honor Lola Flor. The family members were requested to share their fondest memories of her.  I placed myself then on a time machine trying to recall significant moments, and I can’t help but be sad because I can barely recall them. During the program proper, I cried ever more, because  I gathered that among the grandchildren, I was the only  who never had a chance to live her. As I hear my  brothers, uncles, and extended relatives speak, I realized that there were many facets of my grandmother that I never knew of. 

I knew she gave birth to my father at  a young age. Yet, I didn’t know  that while taking care of her own children, she also attended to her siblings and even to to her nieces and nephew. She also took a lot of other people under her wing, the testament of which are the people who were present during her wake introducing themselves as either “adopted son” or “adopted daughter”. 

I wondered then, am I no different from a stranger? Every time I go home to Bicol, I visited her. Yet, I never asked or learned about these aspects of her life. I never got to ask how I behaved as a child, or if she remembered the days when I would spend some days at her home during summer vacations. As my uncle had carefully laid out during his eulogy, “I was probably very busy growing up and thinking about my own I life that I forgot Lola Flor was also growing old.” 

I feel sad  that I wasn’t to able to appreciate Lola Flor more when she was alive. However, I am still happy and thankful because in ever in her death, I still got to know her more or perhaps even better. 

Lola Flor, I hope you are at peace now.  And… forgive your grandchild for being so callous and carefree. 



Weekly Photo Challenge: Love


One of the aspects of this life that I truly find amazing  is the love of a parent for a child. It’s inexplicable and unfathomable in every sense but I think it’s one of the purest kind of love. Speaking from personal experience, it’s the kind of love that needs no words and can even transcend existence.  A parent’s love can be so strong that it leave such a strong even when they are already physically gone.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Thankful

A very difficult theme this week. It’s hard to portray it visually. Not that it’s hard to capture  but because there’s a lot of possible subjects. There’s simply too much to be thankful for in our everyday life– that fact we live, we breathe, we see, we hear, we feel, etc. There’s simply too many.

When I look back to the happenings in my life for the past 10 months, I can  say I have reached places farther than I imagined–literally and figuratively. That, I think, is more than enough reason for me to be thankful. However, the event that had the most impact this year is this…

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It’s That Time of Year!

Woah! No update for almost a month! Before anything else, let me greet everyone a belated Merry, merry Christmas! How was your Christmas? Mine was rainy, quiet and simple but nonetheless still happy as I expect it to be.

December is always one of my busiest months as explained by my perennial inability to update frequently in the said month.  The year-end requirements at work, the Christmas parties that need to be attended, the gifts that should be wrapped, the reunions that require our attendance… Whew! It’s a miracle how we manage to come out alive out this super hectic month.

So… here’s a rundown of what I’ve been up to this past month: parties, reunions, gatherings and of course more parties! Be prepared for a parade of pictures!

A simple merienda and videoke session for our division's party.

This year's theme for the office Christmas party was rock.

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ADIEU 2010: All in December

Ola! I just decided to wake my blog from its very long period of hibernation. Anyway, I’ll be posting several entries (hopefully) which are still 2010 related. I know they’re late but as they say ‘It’s better late than never.”

First on my list: Christmas happenings.  December was a bomb: 3 Christmas parties, 3 presentations, etc.  PCHRD had a cowboy-themed Christmas party and everybody looked fly. I had fun but I promised myself I don’t want to be a member of the program committee again! Haggard.

Cowboy RDMD people.

I joined the DOST Gut Talent as part of the DOST Christmas-wide party activity.  It was probably the most tiring and enjoyable two weeks of my 2010 life. We had to practice everyday but it was okay since I met awesome people. Can’t wait for our “celebration”.

Representing DOST West Sector. 😀

Also, after a year of haggardness, I was able to get a 10-day vacation in Bicol. Minus the awful weather, I had a blast!. These were some of the events/happenings that totally made me grin from ear to ear:

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The Messengers of Death

The Messengers of Death

by Pierre Magnan

When a house has just lost its soul, a stricken silence falls over the sudden emptiness that no one will fill again. And all the noises that may be made later in that house will be like a scandalous din, ugly echoes from one room to another, from one corridor to another, sharp and discordant as if the walls are no longer able to absorb any music once the source of harmony has been taken away. But this strange detail about the power of death can only be picked up by ears that are very attentive to the smallest murmurs of life. Rational people go through these empty spaces with the serenity of a lawyer, and their indulgent smiles categorise you if you decide to point out in their presence that there is something lacking in the atmosphere.

Rest in peace, Ala.

Born: November 13, 1916

Died: May 27, 2010, 12:00 mn.

You shall be always remembered  for you have shaped a significant part of my life. I hope you and papa are now in eternal peace.

I’ve Been Here and There

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I’m back.

Weekend was a whirlwind. I was all over Manila and Batangas. I went to my uncle’s place in Paranaque last Friday afternoon. Met a heck of a traffic. We left for his Batangas house at 12 midnight. Arrived at 2 am. It was so cold. Brrrr.  My mom was already there. Yay! And I finally saw my new nephew! XD XD
Saturday afternoon was my cousin’s wedding. Another male cousin taken… and he’s one of the twins. There were a lot of of high profile people like Atty. Lilia De Lima. She happens to be my my grandfather’s first cousin. I won’t be mentioning other names… for the sake of privacy. Hoo… As expected of my uncle. A lot of my cousins and pamangkins arrived, so it was really fun.

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