I only have roughly 4 minutes to write this before I am off sched with my meet ups today (as an online seller, one of the few days I go out!)...I was going about my usual routine awhile ago, breakfast then coffee break--with fumes of paint lingering through my nostrils disturbing my appetite (with the house being renovated), I lounged at our sala and read past newspapers conveniently hanging around our sofa--Philippine Star, last Saturday's story, today's history.
I was going through the ads where Kris Allen will come here in the Philippines, then the Cats musical which will be staging here within the month or so...when I saw one article of the author I was fond of--Ms. Barbara, with the title Mamoo's 40th. I realized now that for the longest time, I did not went out for gimmick last Saturday with my friends, instead, I stayed at home till the afternoon, went out with the family to Festival Mall for mass, dinner, and then strolling/grocery-ing...till we got home and mom asked us: "Natandaan niyo ba na death anniversary ni Nanay ngayon?"
Maybe that was the subconscious reason for not going out, and instead, staying in with the family. The author said it best: to remember without going through traditions, but still remembering the best way we can without getting too "senti". To remember you in a form that may not be as grand or attention-grabbing. There will still be those days, Nanay. This may be the pain I am allowed to keep forever.
I love you and I still do miss you.