Last Monday I found out that a family friend of ours died because of cancer. He was 60 years old. For most people this would sound normal and not alarming; 60 is old and cancer is really a killer. We were all prepared for his passing because the last time we saw him, he was really weak and looked frail. But no matter what, he would still be able to break a smile and crack a joke. He was one of my titos who took care of me when I was younger. I would go to his house and play with his children and eat there. He would often give me candies and chips on sight. When I grew up, our relationship became distant. We would not meet that often and we would barely talk to each other. This is primarily my fault because I detached myself too much. Now, I am deeply saddened that I was not able to talk with him like before. I was too busy with work that I was not able to give time to even visit him at home. I guess now I understand the sentiments of those people who have regrets when a loved-one passes away. I wasn't even like this when my grandfather passed...primarily because I was not able to actually build a relationship with my lolo and I was able to spend more time with my tito.
So for you, tito, I wish that you are now free from the pain that you have endured these past months. I know that you are now in a better place..rest assured that your family loves you and will never forget you...and neither would I. Thank you for being like a father to me when I was young, and thank you for being a good friend for my father. R.I.P...
Tommorrow, you will be laid down to your grave. This will be the last time that we will see your face. The face that always laughed and was filled with genuine love...we would miss you. We would always remember your vibrant smile and your exuberant laughter and not your frail frame and balding head.
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