A pleasant evening everyone, hello in case you already forgot I'm @mynamesrai, Well I am that person who loves writing in her free time about life recently in a single sheet of paper, even in a scratch paper haha. Now, I would like to start spilling everything to you all my experiences in that day and I would do my best to extend the emotions I have felt that day.
let's Dive in!
May 16, 2025 Third Friday of May, a day where everyone in my family including my relatives would gather in my grandmother and grandfather’s house, This house is our go-to house especially everytime we have something to celebrate just like my Lolo and Lola's death anniversaries, birthdays, fiesta and everything whenever my relatives and friends would come here. For me, this house is as sentimental as my grandparents life, I treasure it so much that I don't want to leave it for a long time. Being in here gives me more peace and calm, because of its unbothering quietness despite it having webs of spiders whenever we're too busy to clean the house, it still feel the same, like there's still people living daily in there. However, the land where this house was in isn't our, therefore our family decided to renovate the house by leaving the concrete part so that my cousin and his family could live in there because its still useable unlike the bamboo part of the house.
On the 15th of May, in the day time we fetched water in the well to use it for the cooking and everything, and then at night we started asking the ”puso” together with my cousins and we had a chitchats during the procedure, our whole house was super chaotic because of our niece and nephews, there were so many kids inside. And here's Matt.
Then fast forward, finally D-Day May 16th happenings, it was very chaotic. In the morning we started our day my fetching water in the well AGAIN because the water we got the day before wasn't enough, the well was pretty far from our house, it was very slippery because it was raining cats and dogs the night before. After fetching water we had our rest time by sitting and chitchating about life, we started teasing each other since it's our favorite way of bonding ever since.
After our resting session, we had our lunch together with out relatives who just arrives from the city, my relatives was living in the city so they had to travel from there to here for at least 2 hours just to celebrate my grandparents death anniversary every year. In the afternoon, my cousins arrived, but my Cousins and I are not that close since we were not growing up together that's why we were very awkward around them. Having them around feels weird to me, it's weird that I feel joy whenever they're here even tho we did not grow up together, I just feel like ”oh, so I still have them” I feel like we have a very big set of family since my mother has 8 siblings so basically they are 9 in total, it feels great having them in our house even tho we did not talk a lot, I can still feel them, I can still feel like we're close enough to be together in a single home. I may not say it to them, but seeing them achieve their dreams, graduating in college and going into different countries made me feel happy, I feel proud for them, it inspires me, they inspire me to do better for my future, they inspire me to be like them in the future.
I want to be like them, I want to graduate, have a stable job, provide for my family, travel and eat to a fancy restaurants together with my family or friends.
So back to the story, after eating we went to the basketball court to get some fresh air, then one of my cousins arrived because they had to go back to their home to get something, then something came up in my mind I tried to drive their motorcycle, and they let me. I managed the motorcyle’s maneuver around to drive but I was too nervous to continue when I was driving I kept screaming because I was afraid, but I also want to learn how to drive it hahaha then I decided to stop, and then they decided to go home already and come back later.
After that we went straight home to rest, I used my phone for a while to message my friends to come to my house so that we can eat dinner together since we're neighbors, and then they arrived we had our chitchats and started eating after it. After eating, we went inside our house to talk about things, life and everything while eating peanut, and drinking only 1 bottle of beer it was very fun, we laughed our asses of with the funny stories we told each other for hours, and after talking they finally went home and I fixed the bed to sleep, since my relatives was still talking nonstop together with the grown ups.
And when the day ended, I realized something that what if Lolo was still alive, what if my grandparents are still alive? What if I got to see my Lolo? My Lolo died when my mother was still working, He was shot accidentally in a fiesta in 1998, that's why I can't help but question what if he wasn't shot? I could've seen him alive, I don't even know what he looks like in person, I only get to see him in a very old blurred photograph, but even though I didn't see him personally I still miss him the way I miss my lola, when I was a kid everytime I ask lola where Lolo is, she would say he’s in Carmen, a place in Cebu. and I was confused, because my mother told me that he was dead, then when I grew up I realized that it was because of aging, and my lola was grief-stricken by his husband’s death; my Lolo. Lola was very old that time that's why perhaps she wasn't able to remember that, or maybe her memory just doesn’t want to remember that happening, maybe her memory tend to forget her traumatic past. And thinking about it pains me, sometimes I just really want them to come back to life and hug them tightly. I miss my grandparents.
