(This series of entries is written while I was at my grandparents' home in Occidental Mindoro. I wrote this sitting by the window; there was ample time and the perfect atmosphere to get my writer on.)
04-22-14, 9:08 PM
Day 1. I am currently at my grandparents' house in Occidental Mindoro for my lolo's funeral. It has been ten years since I went here; thus, everything I see and feel seems new to me.
This trip causes me mixed emotions: I am happy, sad, and peaceful. Although sadness is the current 'feel' of the air right now (because I am at a funeral), there is, oddly, a little streak of happiness I feel. Each time I look at the empty tomba-tomba, papag, and salakot, I feel sad thinking of the owners of those things, who passed away already. But there is a great consolation knowing that, by God's mercy, lolo and lola are together now in heaven.
I try my best to look at the house and think only about the good memories my grandparents left. I happily think about lolo's bike and how he used to lend it to me as a kid. I lie on the papag and imagine lola by my side. I imagine them roam around the house; I imagine our warm breakfasts together; I imagine them call me and my cousins, sometimes mixing up our names. What a blessed child I am, growing up with such good grandparents.
And lastly, I feel extremely peaceful; being away from the city noise is an effective breather for the soul. I am woken up by the cackling of chickens, and that sound soothes my ears; I smell burnt rice in the ulingan, and it soothes me to the bone. I have no cellphone signal, nor internet and television, but strangely, it doesn't bother me that much. Life in the province is simplicity at its best.
I look forward to the days that will follow. I will surely savor every minute of my stay here.
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