|From left to right: Myself, Tatang (as we so fondly call him-our grandfather), and one of my sisters. Taken during his 100th birthday, on November, 2016|
You know, I can never thank you enough. Not even with a whole month’s worth of posts. I wanted to sing to you. It broke my heart to see you like that on your bed as I held your hand, but you kept on fighting. You lived to be 101, until you can’t fight no more.
I’m sorry that I can’t be there when you left. We may not have told you a lot– and I hope the universe finds a way to tell you, that we love you and in our hearts we’ll hold you, until it’s time for us to meet again.
So long, Tatang! Make them nice suits up there, will you? See you again sometime!