It's All Souls Day today and a chance to pray and remember happy memories of our loved ones who have passed. I remember them everyday and happy memories always pop up especially when I'm scanning old photos.
Early this year I also lost my childhood home. Every single part of it is gone because it was completely demolished to give way to a new home. When I close my eyes every nook and cranny comes up in my mind. I remember the hallway where the altar used to be. It was where we'd pray the rosary as a family. Sleeping beside my Mom on the floor in their bedroom where she taught me how to pray.
The dining table where we dined everyday. My Dad would always prepare my special nilaga rice with toyo. He would also crack open crabs for me and prepare a special calamansi dip for me. The dining table was also where we'd lay out food whenever we had gatherings. The sala also always served as the Christmas gift center. That's where Tito Tony would call out names for gifts.
Things changed when my parents converted the garage to a lanai. Since it was cooler there, that's where all the gatherings were done. It was where my Dad "held court" and he'd stay there to read and write while Mom was doing some gardening. I was the last child to move out and that's probably why I still have a very clear memory of every nook and cranny.
My childhood home was well loved because of the many people who lived in it. It witnessed the history of our family and those memories will stay there forever. Mama Lola, Dad and Mom, Titay, Tito Ben and Tita Ming, Tito Tony, Tito Mon and Tita Lydia, we love and miss you and pray you're all watching over us and partying up there!
#BeKind #StaySafe







