Life is too short. Life is short especially for people who expire at the age of 54.
Totobong, I always dreamt of you as being a loving husband, an arf-arf dad, but an extremely adoring lolo who spoils his grandchildren rotten. Unfortunately, there are dreams that we know will never materialize. This is one of those.
But, I’ll always remember those precious memories – you and 2 other cousins bullying John and Bryan after their daily bath and their faces were covered with powder, how skinny and tiny you were that you and Nane got away with sitting you (about 7-8 years old then) on her lap in jeepneys to save on fare, how you came to bid us goodbye before you left for the U.S. Even then, you were still skinny, but was already taller than me. Some progress. I was so surprised the first time I saw you after approximately 20 years. Oh my, you grew and matured into a very good-looking man, with a successful career that made you even more attractive. A lot of ladies must have idolized you from a distance.
I’ll never forget your various (side) trips to Mississauga, and the bingo sessions you always won. One time, Abi said, we should give you your favorite/winning spot “for the benefit of all”, because you were always generous with your balato. Not so long ago, your Ate Dianne and I were wondering when your next visit will be so we can play bingo again. You’ll be with us in spirit whenever we go bingo. Rub your good luck on us, please.
Lots of memories, Totobong, and they’ll all remain in my heart. I’ll miss you a lot. I love you. But for now, rest in peace. Til we meet again!
Auntie Nanay