Blogs from Jupiter

I have personally moved on, months after Papa passed away. Life without a father is really different. But that’s how life is. Memories of my Dad flashbacked right after reading my sister’s first blog (http://gobai.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2006/11/first_tym.html), which she posted last year. It was just now that I was able to read it after browsing her Friendster account. I was surprised because my sister never writes but nevertheless proud that she was able to write about Dad’s passing.

I would still cry every time I remember Papa. But who wouldn’t?

Papa’s funeral service, according to friends, was one the best services, if not the best service they attended. Three masses were held: two Aglipayan, and one Catholic. But the best service was the one held by Dad’s brothers in his Masonic Fraternity. I wasn’t able to attend because I was in Australia at that time. My siblings forgot to take video but its okay; I’m contented with the accounts of those who attended Dad’s services.

A friend of Dad, a brother Mason, showed to us pictures during the Masonic service. The pictures showed moving lights of yellow, white, violet and some with bluish hues. It may appear like reflections of the fluorescent bulbs in the chapel or bouncing lights off the camera. But all pictures appear blurry, like in a haze. Perhaps there was a problem with the camera itself. I was amazed with what I saw.

“Your Dad is not of this world. He is a highly evolved person. He is a great loss to the Fraternity,” my Dad’s brother Mason said.

One time, I was looking at a picture of Papa in his coffin. I took the photograph using my camera phone. There was nothing extraordinary with the picture until I zoomed in on Papa’s face: there I saw strips of two white lights coming out of his forehead. And you know what my immediate insight was? The biblical Moses coming down of Mount Sinai, bringing with him the tablets of the commandments, and streams of two lights coming out of his head.

I am not saying that Dad is Moses. But all this lights appearing in his photographs is something I really cannot fathom. It might just be my imagination, a camera trick or perhaps a hallucination or probably a psychological something brought about by loss or grief. I was thinking of posting the pictures, but no, I will not out of respect to my Dad. But more than that, posting pictures of a funeral for public consumption (or anything that pertains to death) is bad taste.

I remember having a vision of Dad in broad daylight. Instead of getting scared, I was happy that I saw him. I was cleaning the table in front of our altar where his urn was placed. I picked up the urn but hugged it first before placing it in the sofa. I said “I love and miss you, Papa”, while hugging the urn. I went to the kitchen to get a rag to clean the table. When I went out of the kitchen, I saw Dad standing in the stairs!

Papa was young, in his thirties, good looking, healthy and a bit plump. He was wearing his favorite coat, tie and trousers, the gold colored set. It was perhaps the time when he was at the peak of his law career. Gawd! I almost jumped with joy!

The vision disappeared immediately right after I winked my eye, just for a split second.

I am happy because Papa reassured me that he is all okay.