My recent trip back home saw me savoring much missed Filipino dishes. Though my taste buds was not that great, I took delight at the fact that once again my tongue got re-acquainted with the food that fondly reminds me of home. These are the dishes that I cannot source out from here, anywhere I go. And oh, those familiar people that were there to share them with! It was such a nice feeling. I wished it could have been on a different occasion. Nonetheless, it was great to see all those familiar faces, most of which have changed due to age , just like me or anyone else for that matter.
If there’s anything that I realized at this time of grief, it’s the fact that my Dad was dearly loved by a lot of people. People we have not seen nor got in touched with in decades, people who have now relocated and are scattered all over the globe yet had their presence felt via phone calls, and sent their respective representatives to mourn with us. Not to forget, the outpouring of generous donations in cash and in kind (a Filipino customary practice when someone pass away). It is heartwarming! After 10 days of wake and vigil, with people in droves 24 hours each of the days, more often than not out on the tents(put up by the municipality where we live) on our property and the street closed up for the duration, our family will never be able to repay those that willingly came to share our grief.
Many familiar faces I came across with again. A lot of them candidly remembers me as a little child running around at one of my Dad’s campaign sortie, or as a high school kid clad in my uniform. How I wished it was a meeting for a happy occasion.