...my student cancelled. Hahaha.
My dad and I just passed by the cemetery where my paternal grandparents chose to spent their eternity, so we thought we'd pay them a visit.
The last of this week's money (also known as my savings) went to flowers and candles for Nanay and Tatay. I don't feel bad, considering they've provided for the entirety of my education before Pisay. I just feel like the lady who sold me the candles and the other who sold me the flowers earned a hefty profit. asdfghjiklkjhgfds.
Anyhow, moving on. All this time it was raining hard, I could sense that Quiel was enjoying his/her stay in our area of responsibility. Gusts of wind kept blowing out the candles we've just lighted inside the family mausoleum.
Dad turned on the old radio/boombox by the corner. It was a gift from him to his parents back when he was a young lad. Dad's the kind of guy who gives his parents a gift on the day of his birthday. HIS birthday. I wish I were that nice.
Out poured the lyrics of some OPM song I didn't recognize. But I was pretty sure it was Yael Yuzon singing.
"...Panatag na'ng kalooban ko
At ika'y kapiling ko na.
O kay tagal kitang hinintay."
Kay tagal kitang hinintay.I suddenly felt like crying. I felt like my grandparents were talking to me from the other side. It's been a long time since I last visited them, and that very moment I felt like they never really left. Like they were there, sitting, waiting for me. Asking me what took me so long.
And I felt like crying for myself too. I felt like I've lost that part of me--that kid who felt so loved and felt nothing but love and compassion for the world.
It was a long time ago. Back when Math was made up of just numbers. When college was but a distant dream. When the world was yet to turn me into the cynical, frustrated, numbish person that I am now.
And so in my head I started talking to them.
"Hello, Nanay, Tatay. Si Patty po ito. Feeling ko binagsak ko yung depex ko kahapon. Hahaha..."
Remember that song from the Pisay movie soundtrack?
It has always sounded so bittersweet to me.
Let my dreams somersault,
Paint your rainbows here.
I feel like this is going to be one of those coming-of-age moments in my life.
Never ako nakadama ng love ng grandparents, kaya, haha, wala lang. Nakakainggit lang minsan. Anyway:
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Iba yung pinagmumulan mo for this, pero, akljdglajdg gusto ko ulit bumata.