Blogs from Jupiter

We moved on; though life was never the same without Papa. It took Mama quite awhile to pick up the pieces. She just started getting into the groove of work in the office and has made herself busy with chores at home. Thanks also to her friends, she was able to live life the way it should be. It’s hard especially if sadness still hovers at home. Papa’s physical presence, his ashes, is still at home. In a few months, before his death anniversary in October, we will lay his ashes in a crypt at Mt. Carmel Church in New Manila, Quezon City. By that time, the pain of loss and sadness would have been healed.

I’m okay now. Dad left me the daunting task of continuing what he started with his books. But I’m not rushing. Still have a lot of books to read. I have to experience whatever should be experienced before I could put it on paper.

Our family was never this solid. My brothers and sisters became more understanding of situations and things. We finally have “love” at home… pure unconditional love. As the eldest man in the family, I have to take responsibility in leading this family. Its one though task but I have to do it.

I learned a lot from Papa’s passing. As I rummage through his pictures, his works, and other stuffs, I discovered a complete and whole man. It may sound cliché but his life was one bed of roses: mystical, fragrant, but also painful because of thorns. The last world war devastated Dad’s family but he and his siblings were able to breeze through life’s tight spots.

My mama, my brothers and sisters, and I will be okay.

All is well.