This weekend, we had planned to go to UPLB, stay overnight at the National Arts Center and even maybe visit the huge Olympic-sized pool at Pook ni Maria Makiling. This would have been our celebration for March birthday celebrants (including mine, of course!) but alas it wasn’t meant to be because yesterday I received a distressing text from Papa asking for prayers for Tita Espie’s father who died in his sleep last night.
Well, I guess it is for the best as he is quite old already and had been afflicted with Alzheimer’s disease for the past few months (or maybe even years I just don’t really know). And though he has not been suffering much from any disease, I guess he can be considered to have lived his life fully well. In fact, when we arrived at his wake at Sto. Domingo church, I was quite surprised to learn that he was a tenor during his heydays – and quite a well-known one at that! We were even treated to a concert-like performance by some of his contemporaries who came to visit his remains. All the while we thought it was a radio or stereo with an opera CD playing buy it turned out to be a few old men with golden voices, truly quite an enchanting experience.
We got there at around 8pm, after we ate dinner but there was lots of food there, too, so we had no trouble staying long and engaging in some small talk with the cousins. It was way past midnight when we finally left and we still brought my sister and my brother’s kids to their home in Project 4 and Maryland. But before we left, I gave a tight reassuring hug to my step mother. I know nothing and no one could really ease her pain. It is just so sad to lose one’s father no matter what the circumstances were. I guess I just want to let her know that I will just be here in case she would ever need some comfort…
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