What A Wonderful Life

I remember my Inay, or grandmother, before she passed. I sang her this song, and I couldn’t help but cry. Until now.

Close your eyes
And just hear me sing
One last long goodbye
One last song before you spread your wings

I was so distraught that day that I even cried while at the office. I had to work. But I don’t know why I was there knowing that I really cannot focus and my peers doesn’t seem to care.

There’s so much left to say
And before this moment slips away

I even yelled at my daughter because I cannot think straight. She just wants to eat at McDonald’s which was just in front of us. My wife decided to just take the kids home and let me be. I was so in pain. I couldn’t stop my tears.

The cold night calls
And the tears fall like rain
It’s so hard letting go
Of the one thing I’ll never replace

When that week ended, we went to Batangas for the wake. We remembered the good times we had with Inay. We remembered how she scolds us and teaches us and shows us her love.

The cold night calls
And the tears fall like rain
It’s so hard letting go
Of the one thing I’ll never replace

On the day of her burial, it was raining. I was one of the people who carried her coffin. Me and my brother. My family was back in the bus, because we don’t have an umbrella with us that day.

And soon you will be gone
But these words, they will live on

After we got her buried, we went home. I felt empty. Now, it will be seven years since she passed. 2011 has passed. I still feel the deep pain. Pain caused by death. It also gave birth to my first tattoo.

All that I am
You let me be
I will remember you
For all that you’ve done
And given to me

Love will remain
This I can see
Now and forever more
Because of you
Now I believe
I believe

What a wonderful life
For as long as you’ve been at my side
And I want you to know
I loved you so

What a wonderful life
For as long as you’ve been at my side
And I want you to know
I’ll miss you so

And though our days come to an end
No, I’ll never love like this again
What a wonderful life
A wonderful life
What a wonderful life
What a wonderful life

Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting the past. Moving on means we have to continue living despite the pain and hurt and all those things. We move forward with these memories in us. We cherish it. We feel it. What a wonderful life.

Thank you Alter Bridge for this song.


my daughter has ADHD

I had my daughter diagnosed last October 2014 by a Child Developmental Specialist based in Region 4-A. After that, it was time to learn the ins and outs of taking care of her. I checked the internet on how to take care of my kid. I gathered all that I can in order to help her. Turns out, I still need help outside the internet.

We had to enroll her to a special school. A school that not only will teach her about academics but will also give her the therapy that she needs. We went to the school that the Specialist recommended. It was just about right for her. The surrounding is conducive for her and her learning. But the fee is a bit too much. I do understand why. It’s not an ordinary school. It is an institution that handles kids with ADHD and Autism for one. They not only teach the kids on how to read and write and count, but they also do therapy. Therapy that my daughter needs. We had to enroll her ASAP because she is already aged 6 and she is getting older. She needs to train herself and control herself.

As of the moment, I started a crowd funding group at Facebook. I have to. I have to ask help from friends and some family members about this. I can’t do it alone.

If you want to help, my contact info is on the Facebook page.

[ this too shall pass… ]

The words that were provided by the wise men some time ago, now, I have to grasp it. “this too shall pass…”

I am not sure how to begin writing this one. Inay has always been the one I ran to whenever my father or my mother would spank me or get mad at me. That happens when I am in Batangas, if not, sorry my ass. Inay was there when I had an accident, she collapsed when she got near me. i was unconscious for hours after the accident.

Fast forward…

Year was 2009 or 2010 when Inay was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was at the Veterans. She had to go several radiations before being declared CURED. Then some months ago, she was diagnosed with cancer again, cancer of the bones. She was resisting radiation. She turned down medications. But after a few weeks, she had to be taken to the hospital again. Her health greatly affected. I was told that she cannot walk properly for some time. I visited her at the hospital. I was so angry at myself because I wasn’t there for the last few weeks that she was getting weaker and weaker. The last few days before September 21, 2011, my brother and cousins visited her.

September 21, 2011.

The day that I will always remember. I just slept for a couple of hours and then my mother texted me and said that I need to go to the hospital and hurry. I was empty. I can’t feel anything at the time. My sister called me up, crying. She asked me to go before I regret anything. Brought me back memories to the events that led to me being ridiculed after Itay was buried without me being there at the burial. It was my final interview at Dell when they have to bury Itay. I just brought my family along with me. We went to the Veterans as quickly as we can. I asked the taxi driver to please hurry up.

At the Veterans.

Once the cab stopped at the entrance of the hospital, I opened the door and run like crazy to ward 10 where Inay was. I dropped to my knees, held her hands, cried like a boy. I talked to her and whispered words to her ear. After a few minutes I went outside to check my wife and kids, and was told a minute after that Inay is gone. I ran back to her room and true enough, everyone is crying. I held her hand again, and whispered, “Inay, mahal na mahal kita. Pakisabi sa Itay sorry kung hindi ako nakapunta sa libing nya.” Then my sister called and I let her talk to Inay. After that, I went outside and witnessed how a dead loved one is labeled as cadaver. I kissed her before saying goodbye for now. had to go to the office and work. At least that’s what I call it.


Arrived at the office at 7pm. Had an argument with my daughter because she wants something and I cannot comprehend what she wants. The office scene was more of “events-sinking-in”. I began crying every once and in while because of Inay. Exchanging instant messages with my sister. Posting things on FB. Etc… I really wanted to go home that day. I wanted to sleep all day. But it failed. I had a total of roughly, 6 – 7 hours of sleep for the entire 3 days since September 21, 2011. My head was spinning that time. It was rough. Coffee infestation.

At the wake.

Fast forward to the wake of Inay. After our arrival, I stood passed the gate for some 5 to 7 minutes, crying. Was told to come inside because my daughter is still with me and she doesn’t want to come inside without me. after stepping inside the house, I stood a few steps away from the casket. I don’t want to see Inay inside it. but I had to. I mustered all my strength and looked at her inside the casket. She still is beautiful. I want to hug her again. I remembered things about her all of a sudden. i cried in front of her. i was so tired and restless that i had to sleep for more than 10 hours.

on the last day of her wake, there was necrological service held. after the service, each one take a look at her the last time and i cried again. i told myself that i have to carry her for the last time.

this is the best picture i have  of me carrying her casket. it was also raining but i couldn’t let go. and after she was placed inside her tomb, i was crying and the rain cried with me.

when we arrived back home, i almost broke down. i cried and my mother was hugging me telling me that “mas ok na yun kesa naman maghirap pa sya” i know. i understand. but i am hurting. and right now, i am still hurting.

[ kids at home ]

i am still here at the office, finishing some work. well, partially.  back at home, i have these 2 wonderful gifts waiting for me to come home. my babies. Mikaela Eunice is 2 years old and Lukas Vincent is 8 months old. they have 2 unique attitudes and traits definitely. my daughter is a bit aggressive and feisty while my son, for now, is a bit tolerant. right now, i just want to go home and spend some time with them. i miss them. Mikaela usually wakes me up by jumping on me while i am still sleeping. yeah, she does that. Lukas at times wakes me up because he keeps on crying.

i got no regret for the 2 kids i have. i love them both.