I know you will not get to read this anymore. But I am writing it anyway. I'm sorry I wasn't there to bid my last farewell. I'm sorry I wasn't there on your death bed. I am sorry that I wasn't there to take care of you on your remaining days. I hope you understood my circumstances.
But know that I will always be thankful and grateful for all that you have done. Life is hard when you were still alive and yet you remained hopeful. And I am happy for the chance to have known you better at a time when I am already conscious of the world. Others are not as lucky as I am because they never had the chance to know their grandparents.
I miss your famous humba. You taught me the secret on how to cook it that way but I never got around to perfecting it. I remember how we would devour it with so much gusto after a dip in the beach, without caring whether you have already or not. You were always so happy to see us full and happy. Thank you for introducing me to the world of Cebuano radio drama... Through you I came to know Ramini, Ang Batang Bronse, Goliat and Teban, and Kini ang Akong Suliran... Listening to them have become a good past time for us. And I admire you for being able to quit smoking way back when. I wondered how you did it since it was very difficult for you the first time you tried to quit. I guess Storck menthol candies did wonders.
I miss you La. I love you. May you REST IN PEACE.
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