November 30th, 2009: Maligayang Bati, po!

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Today’s my grandfather’s birthday.

He would have been 79. He died about four years ago…just four days before my 18th birthday. It was brutal.

Nowadays, anyone who tells me stories about his/her grandfather, I can’t help but feel slightly jealous of what they still have. How I wish that, I too, could tell stories about my grandpa that don’t begin with, “My grandfather was…”

But hey, that’s the reality of life; it ends.

Anyway, happy birthday, lolo! You are and will always be one of my favourite men!

I could have made this entry a real tearjerker, but there’s no sense in doing that.

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