This article is a week and a half late. But it’s fine with me as long as I am able to write stories that happened to me in the past few weeks.
I’ll start with my visit to my Dad at the Libingan ng mga Bayani in Fort Bonifacio, Taguig City. As a culture for many Filipinos, we went to the cemetery last November 1, 2007. Once again I was able to see my father (senti mode). It was a beautiful morning, the sun was up and there are already so many people at the cemetery. Some are putting up there tents; some are eating and some just roaming around. Business as usual for others but for us we are just starting the day with our jologs tent to put up.
with our “Nestea Tent”
(jeff, tin, karen, mama, mame, and MJ)
After setting up our tent, we ate our breakfast of spaghetti and fried chicken, of course prepared by loving Mama. After that, I just listened to the radio, thanks to my cellphone.
At around 10 am, we prayed the rosary together. After that, we went to Market! Market also in Taguig.
Oooh! Your father was too young to die. How old were you then?
My father’s grave is also at the LNMB.
Malapit na naman ang Undas. We normally go there late in the afternoon.