May 30, my parents’ wedding anniversary, a date on the calendar we still celebrate, seven years after Tatay has passed on. In my mind—in my family’s mind—Tatay’s memory is alive. We speak about him, in random circumstances. Over dinner, for example. And my faith tells me: he is alive, in the fellowship of saints in heaven, laughing and singing and feasting and supremely enjoying the presence of God. I imagine him looking down, saying, “Dali na kamo diri. Kadugay sa inyo.” But the last days of May found us in a plane, from General Santos, with a brief stopover to Manila that would take us to Busuanga. If you’d spotted us at NAIA, you would have noticed Manong and me, holding on to our mother in laughter, provoking her with random comments that got her riled up; or, more correctly, she holding on to us, complaining about her eyeglasses that still give her trouble with depth perception. She is adorable. She is getting older. We make most of our time to take her aro...
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ReplyDeleteWhy's there a footnote no. but no footnote?
Sorry, di ko gets.
Sorry for the confusion. This was just a test post. I'm now trying to see if I should buy the app, Ulysses, a super-cool writing app for Mac. As you can see, writing footnotes is too easy. I'm enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteAhhh. Same font kasi sa main text ang footnote kaya naghanap pa ako ng totoong footnote, haha.
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