“Belle Bumanglag: miss my long hair..
Marky Ramone Go: alala ko kilala mo yung (pretty) singer sa likod diba
Belle Bumanglag: hahaha.. yea tapos type mo sha… hahahaha
Kristina Hamdorf: lahat naman. Hahahahah
Belle Bumanglag: hahahaha!! natawa ko dun ah”—facebook photo comments
I remember my late father almost every day, at some random moment the thought of him often crosses my mind, whether I see someone smoking I’d say to myself “smokes hell like my father”. There are instances when I wonder if he is happy with how things turned out in my life. I remember he used to play “palm reader” and would tell me "ah, these two straight lines on your palm means you’re going to be a millionaire"
Here I am 30 years old and I’m 999,000 Pesos short of becoming a millionaire. He passed away in 1997 - it’s been 13 years and been gone for almost half of my life. I’m used to it - but once in a while when I think of him, I make sure I do so with fond and with more appreciation of all the good things he’s done to us.
I have other relatives whom I also remember from time to time, my maternal grandmother being one. I’ve had this early memory of going home to my grandparents’ old house in Bulacan and the first person I’ll see was my lola looking out the window. I’ll sit beside her bed while she talks about the good ole times, her hobby of going to the market wherein according to her “everything you need is right there”. She passed away in 1987 at the age of 86. My maternal grandfather passed away in 1980.
5 of my mother’s siblings have already passed away through the years. Auntie Leonor in 1983 when I was still too young to remember, Tito Bayani in 1986, Tito Juan - the eldest of em all died in early 2000, my beloved Auntie Carol succumbed to cancer in 2003 and Tito Tony died in the states sometime in mid 2000’s.
I’ve also cousins who died young due to sickness, some close and a few distant ones. Friends who died young as well. Just this year I lost a former officemate and friend, Fae who died suddenly last February, another workmate and friend, Anabel died January of the previous year.
The Beatles wrote a song that aptly describes my feelings about these departed ones whom I miss from time to time. They all came to this world overlapping with our own time, they left before us but before they did, they left a trail of wonderful memories, images and moments that made us feel alive just by their presence and sat with us at some point in our journey.
"There are places I remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I’ve loved them all”