Tuesday, October 14, 2003
A SUNSET AT THE CEMETARY
In loving tribute to my special Grand Uncle
My grand uncle passed away recently and the funeral was last sunday. I wasn't exactly close to this grand uncle of mine, I mean, my mom's side of the family is really confusing... which is a kind way of saying "populated". The thing is though, of all the people in my mom's side of the family... we're closer to her cousin. His name is Kuya Henry, and to anyone reading this who are my classmates who rode with me to Katz Debut last July, he was our driver.
Kuya Henry is a Merchant Marine, but for the past few months it's been his vacation. His father (my grand uncle) suddenly got sick recently. Kuya Henry took my grand uncle, Ts'Tony (CHEH-Tony), to the hospital. I thought he got better there... until I found out of his passing just the other day.
Kuya Henry left barely a month ago and unfortunately cannot return to the Philippines this early. I personally feel terrible. Kuya Henry has been generous and caring to my family, especially my mom. He was our driver in many occasions during the just-completed semester.
I remember Ts'Tony as this old man who always had a smile when he saw my mom, my brother, and I. He has this enthusiastic facial expression and he actively asks questions about us all the time. How are we? How are our studies? Would we like a softdrink. I'd always catch him surrounded by friends of his around his age to, which is 69 years old according to my mom.
And to say, he's not a blood-relative of mine. Ts'Tony is actually the husband of my actual blood-relative... my Grand Aunt Solie.
I accompanied my mom to her native barangay Julugan, Tanza and we went to attend the funeral mass. After the mass, my mom joined the funeral march with other relatives while I rode in my CR-V. Our driver Kuya Jhong was driving. A relative and her company joined us in the vehicle. Our CR-V was part of a motorcade and of course, the drive would be bit by bit... beyond my dad's compound at Camp Saint Street (locally known as CAPOSANTO)... beyond Banana Island (the other side of JULUGAN)... and at the High Way... and into the Cemetary...
The ceremony took place and the location was quite further down... even further than were my grandparents were buried. It was emotional, as always, I didn't cry though... I just felt sad. I was observing those familiar faces in front of me and praying for them and for my grand uncle.
After the ceremony we left and then my mom met with my Uncle Teddy and then as much as I wanted to drive my own CR-V to get to the other part of the cemetary to visit my dad's side who were visiting my dad's mother's grave... I couldn't since the pain in my left eye and in the left side of my teeth was persistant.
Kuya Jhong took us there and then I saw my cousins on my dad's side. We took some pictures. We had to leave early since it was already getting late. I had my mom take a picture of me next to my car. Yes, this is the first post in my blog that I'm saying the "Satin Silver Metallic Honda CR-V Model 2003" is mine. I was in a slight argument with my mom last month saying "How come Paul gets a complete new PC system before my new cellphone?! I've asked for my cellphone way back then!"
She responded "We bought you a car already!! Ano pa ba gusto mo?!"
I suddenly shut up during that argument. I had always seen the CR-V as a Family vehicle or a Family car. Actually, right now it's the Family car. But I think what my parents mean is that in the long run, all my dad wants is that rusty old Service Owner jeep and my mom would agree with my dad... meaning the CR-V will be my car should I choose to work here in the Philippines and drive it around.
Awesome.
Well anyways, here's a post to his memory and a prayer for his family... and my mom's cousin Kuya Henry, wherever you may be.
Related tidbits: My Grandmother's 2nd Death Anniversary is this weekend.
In loving tribute to my special Grand Uncle
My grand uncle passed away recently and the funeral was last sunday. I wasn't exactly close to this grand uncle of mine, I mean, my mom's side of the family is really confusing... which is a kind way of saying "populated". The thing is though, of all the people in my mom's side of the family... we're closer to her cousin. His name is Kuya Henry, and to anyone reading this who are my classmates who rode with me to Katz Debut last July, he was our driver.
Kuya Henry is a Merchant Marine, but for the past few months it's been his vacation. His father (my grand uncle) suddenly got sick recently. Kuya Henry took my grand uncle, Ts'Tony (CHEH-Tony), to the hospital. I thought he got better there... until I found out of his passing just the other day.
Kuya Henry left barely a month ago and unfortunately cannot return to the Philippines this early. I personally feel terrible. Kuya Henry has been generous and caring to my family, especially my mom. He was our driver in many occasions during the just-completed semester.
I remember Ts'Tony as this old man who always had a smile when he saw my mom, my brother, and I. He has this enthusiastic facial expression and he actively asks questions about us all the time. How are we? How are our studies? Would we like a softdrink. I'd always catch him surrounded by friends of his around his age to, which is 69 years old according to my mom.
And to say, he's not a blood-relative of mine. Ts'Tony is actually the husband of my actual blood-relative... my Grand Aunt Solie.
I accompanied my mom to her native barangay Julugan, Tanza and we went to attend the funeral mass. After the mass, my mom joined the funeral march with other relatives while I rode in my CR-V. Our driver Kuya Jhong was driving. A relative and her company joined us in the vehicle. Our CR-V was part of a motorcade and of course, the drive would be bit by bit... beyond my dad's compound at Camp Saint Street (locally known as CAPOSANTO)... beyond Banana Island (the other side of JULUGAN)... and at the High Way... and into the Cemetary...
The ceremony took place and the location was quite further down... even further than were my grandparents were buried. It was emotional, as always, I didn't cry though... I just felt sad. I was observing those familiar faces in front of me and praying for them and for my grand uncle.
After the ceremony we left and then my mom met with my Uncle Teddy and then as much as I wanted to drive my own CR-V to get to the other part of the cemetary to visit my dad's side who were visiting my dad's mother's grave... I couldn't since the pain in my left eye and in the left side of my teeth was persistant.
Kuya Jhong took us there and then I saw my cousins on my dad's side. We took some pictures. We had to leave early since it was already getting late. I had my mom take a picture of me next to my car. Yes, this is the first post in my blog that I'm saying the "Satin Silver Metallic Honda CR-V Model 2003" is mine. I was in a slight argument with my mom last month saying "How come Paul gets a complete new PC system before my new cellphone?! I've asked for my cellphone way back then!"
She responded "We bought you a car already!! Ano pa ba gusto mo?!"
I suddenly shut up during that argument. I had always seen the CR-V as a Family vehicle or a Family car. Actually, right now it's the Family car. But I think what my parents mean is that in the long run, all my dad wants is that rusty old Service Owner jeep and my mom would agree with my dad... meaning the CR-V will be my car should I choose to work here in the Philippines and drive it around.
Awesome.
Well anyways, here's a post to his memory and a prayer for his family... and my mom's cousin Kuya Henry, wherever you may be.
Related tidbits: My Grandmother's 2nd Death Anniversary is this weekend.
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