Nov 1st

Yesterday was November 1st. All Saints Day. It's a customary tradition for every Filipino to visit the grave of their loved ones on this day. Since i am thousands of miles away from home, i did not get to visit the grave of my mother, not to say the least my grandparents.

When i went to mass last night it was a totally different kind of feeling. The whole congregration singing out loud and just praising God. I continued observing the people around me and i could just feel the solemnity of the celebration. And i said to myself, Filipinos must have a special place in God's heart for when they gather to pray you could see that religiosity in them. Probably the reason why despite of being poor (as for many Flips) they manage to smile and continue with life. Faith holds them to keep fighting with life.

And i can't keep myself from being sad as i remember my "Inang Mareng". Last time i saw her i promised that she'll see me again. See, she cries everytime i leave. And i didn't want to cry to because i didn't want to see her cry so i said "Wag kang mag-alala, makikita mo ulit ako" And up to now, it hurts to know that i never got to see her not even her funeral. But then i keep her thoughts so alive in my heart. Inang was the only memory of my Mom. But now that she's gone too i feel that my Mom's memory will soon be forgotten. Thanks to her stories, i have been lucky to know more about my Mom and how she special a person she was.

So if your parents are still alive, you're very lucky to have them. Cherish the moments with them. You won't realize their worth until you lose them. Have a blessed week!