I was still tired from my Batad trip and had to file for an SL when I received a message that my lolo in Pampanga died.
I felt so sad and called my boyfriend. I cried. Im going to miss him.
I remember sem breaks spent at his house - a very provincial place. Everytime I go there, I feel at home. The simplicity of the place, the silence, the people (almost all neighbors are kamag-anaks) Everything.. our small talks about his political views (even if he loves erap..haha).
He is a hero, HUK vet, a father, a friend, a selfless neighbor, and a carpenter.
He built the house in pampanga. He designed it too. But it is unfinished and he is gone. My uncle, a priest who talked during the mass told us that a house will be built for him in heaven. He will also build a house for each of us once we go there.
I was crying while my uncle was giving his homily. And even cried more when I saw my mom cried.
But at the same time, I am happy that he is in heaven with my grandma. I know he loves her so much.. I hope they are happy in their own place in heaven
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