With the recent unfortunate death of my Uncle, Lola is staying here with us so that we can closely keep an eye on her. Last week, she had a slight memory lapse when my Mom and Tita disclosed the "real" reason why we invited her here in Manila. We were encouraged to control our tears whenever Lola was around, she's quite delicate at the age of 82.
May kurot sa puso na hindi matanggal tanggal, lalo na kapag nakikita ko ang mga ngiti ng aking Tito sa mga larawang naiwan niya. Hindi mabura sa aking isipan ang mga kamay nang aking Tito habang siya ay na hihimlay sa kanya kabaong. Napakasipag ng Tito ko na ito, bakas sa kanya mga palad at daliri ang mga dumikit na mga kemikal sa paggawa ng capis. Hindi niya nakakalimutan tumulong sa iba basta kaya niya. Magaling siyang makisama, na saksihan ko ito sa mga dumalo sa kanya burol. Ang mga trabahador niya, kapitbahay ay na kikiisa sa aming pagluluksa. Maraming mga "sana" na aking naiisip ngunit alam ko naman na walang idudulot ang mga "sana". Ang "ngayon" ang mas importante.
I don't know how to start this entry but here goes nothing.
17th May 2007 Thursday
At home, we were all busy cleaning the house in preparation for Papas' arrival. I was taking a short PSP break when I heard the phone rang. I went outside my room to pick up the phone, I looked around only to see my Tita crying. She was talking in Ilonggo and was on her mobile phone. I instantly froze and knew that something was wrong. Trying to prepare myself, faces of people dearest to me flashed in my head. I knew that once I pick up the phone I'd soon find out what I feared to be unfortunate news.
I answered the phone and my cousin was on the other line, she was crying aloud "Patay na si Tito Ernie, nabaril!"
My uncle was shot three times in the chest by a retired military man. There is an existing gun ban due to the elections here in the Philippines, I hope they take note of that. The case is on going so I think that I can't discuss the details. I never imagined that this would happen to our family.