earlier today, we traveled to digos to gather with the rest of the clan at the cemetery where my grandparents were buried.
my family will use any excuse to fiesta. death is merely a reason to commune and eat and laugh! yep, we have the strangest lamays.
we came ready with long tables and chairs and lots and lots of food. after a short service led by the eldest daughter, tita fele, we dug in! and after we've indulged our taste buds, tongues start a-wagging. we talked about the good ol' days when lolo and lola were alive. we talked about the family members who weren't able to join the get-together (good-natured libak gud oi). and we talked about the grandkids.
apo no longer applies to me and my cousins, but to the growing number of little boys and girls, the so-called next generation. every smile, every pout, every smart-alecky comment is discussed fondly by the proud lolos and lolas and titos and titas. this could take us hours, dissecting each kid and patting ourselves on the back and claiming a hand for their brilliance. i hope my nieces and nephews will grow up realizing how blessed and loved they are.
finally someone took notice of the time and we had to halt the chikahan. but packing up is equally fun with everybody scrambling to take home leftovers. with cheeks aching from constant grinning, we headed home.
my family will use any excuse to fiesta. death is merely a reason to commune and eat and laugh! yep, we have the strangest lamays.
we came ready with long tables and chairs and lots and lots of food. after a short service led by the eldest daughter, tita fele, we dug in! and after we've indulged our taste buds, tongues start a-wagging. we talked about the good ol' days when lolo and lola were alive. we talked about the family members who weren't able to join the get-together (good-natured libak gud oi). and we talked about the grandkids.
apo no longer applies to me and my cousins, but to the growing number of little boys and girls, the so-called next generation. every smile, every pout, every smart-alecky comment is discussed fondly by the proud lolos and lolas and titos and titas. this could take us hours, dissecting each kid and patting ourselves on the back and claiming a hand for their brilliance. i hope my nieces and nephews will grow up realizing how blessed and loved they are.
finally someone took notice of the time and we had to halt the chikahan. but packing up is equally fun with everybody scrambling to take home leftovers. with cheeks aching from constant grinning, we headed home.
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