seeing my grandmother cry made me realize life is short. for the years that she had with Lolo i thought it was enough, she tried to hold him for the last time but she just can't. Lolo was already inside the coffin. a painful moment i can say. a few weeks before his death, me and my sister felt weird about the all souls' day, when all of the people visit their family in the cemetery my family stays at home watching tv. after he (Lolo) died we told ourselves it's better to be at home rather than remembering his death. painful it was, loosing him a month before Christmas. now all i can do is remember his smile and pray to God. every time i remember him tears fall from my eyes 'coz i'll miss him. he is a picture of happiness and people from our place loves him. he's our TATAY..
