I received Michael's call past 2:00 in the midnight of May 27.
I saw flashes of light and heard whispers of thunder
And then came memories streaming like fishes each taken away by the current
Each trying to say little things to me
Like how he spoke to me of love and life lessons
I'll miss the man waking up at four in the morning to polish the marble floors,
The man sweeping the street of Rivera,
The man fetching the ordered pandesal from the panaderia,
The man opening the locks of the pawnshop,
The man bringing us baon or
fetching me and my cousin Ena when the tide is high and we couldn't get home for lunch,
The man waiting at the terrace tirelessly waving with that smile each time I come and go from that house...
And now you're in the arms of the Father
And all these would be things that we'll all cherish forever
Thank you for everything Tatay Ote
We'll take care of Nanay Maura
And I'll take care of your son, my father too
We love you, We'll miss you
In memory, we'll always be with you
Para sa paburito kong lolo... si Lolo Ote :D
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