I owe you a story...
...about the only person I've met who shares the same birthday.
You see, my (maternal) grandfather is the only other person I (personally) know who celebrates his birthday on July the 25th. Rather, he's the only one I know who celebrated.
You see, he passed away a few weeks ago.
The whole funeral thing has been done and over with, but oh boy did arranging and getting through the whole thing take a lot of resources. So much so that I wasn't able to make any other summer plans, so yea, my schedule's pretty free.
Now I did consider writing about how he died and how his last few days were like, but I thought it would be better to just move on and spare you reader those details.
One thing I would like to share with you is how his ghost has been used to explain every unexplainable thing that happened since. Everything from the creepy (christmas lights turning on in the middle of the night, bathroom door opening by itself) to the mundane (missent text of "LMAO!" being interpreted as "La, mo?") to the rightdown silly (refusal to join a trip if there's exactly 13 people involved). It's pretty funny actually, except for the last one since it hassled a lot of people.
Most of these I brush off as suspicion and/or paranoia, but there is one I'd like to believe in:
Last night, on our way home, my aunt (who claims to be grandpa's favorite) fell asleep. As she woke up she chatted excitedly about how she saw her father (my grandfather) in her sleep. She said (in Bisaya, her native tongue), "I saw Tatay in my dreams. He was his healthy self, in white. He was in a gazebo, I think it was made of wood, in a vast grassland. He was waving, as if saying goodbye."
Mom asked, "Was he smiling?"
"Yes, he was."
"Good. Then he's probably at peace."
Photo collage credits: 小麥 Wheat grass, More Sky, Gazebo, Many-Coloured Flowers & Old man waving.
You see, my (maternal) grandfather is the only other person I (personally) know who celebrates his birthday on July the 25th. Rather, he's the only one I know who celebrated.
You see, he passed away a few weeks ago.
The whole funeral thing has been done and over with, but oh boy did arranging and getting through the whole thing take a lot of resources. So much so that I wasn't able to make any other summer plans, so yea, my schedule's pretty free.
Now I did consider writing about how he died and how his last few days were like, but I thought it would be better to just move on and spare you reader those details.
One thing I would like to share with you is how his ghost has been used to explain every unexplainable thing that happened since. Everything from the creepy (christmas lights turning on in the middle of the night, bathroom door opening by itself) to the mundane (missent text of "LMAO!" being interpreted as "La, mo?") to the rightdown silly (refusal to join a trip if there's exactly 13 people involved). It's pretty funny actually, except for the last one since it hassled a lot of people.
Most of these I brush off as suspicion and/or paranoia, but there is one I'd like to believe in:
Last night, on our way home, my aunt (who claims to be grandpa's favorite) fell asleep. As she woke up she chatted excitedly about how she saw her father (my grandfather) in her sleep. She said (in Bisaya, her native tongue), "I saw Tatay in my dreams. He was his healthy self, in white. He was in a gazebo, I think it was made of wood, in a vast grassland. He was waving, as if saying goodbye."
Mom asked, "Was he smiling?"
"Yes, he was."
"Good. Then he's probably at peace."
Photo collage credits: 小麥 Wheat grass, More Sky, Gazebo, Many-Coloured Flowers & Old man waving.