| Location | Manila, Philippines |
| Age | 52 years |
| Date of Birth | 18/08/1957 |
| Date of Death | 28/08/2009 |
| Visitors | 413 since 31/08/2009 |
| Creator |
Lord,
Kuya Jun is gone now from this earthly dwelling,
and has left behind those who mourn his absence.
Grant that we may hold his memory dear, never bitter for what we have lost, nor in regret for the past, but always in hope of the eternal kingdom where you will bring us together again.
We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.
It's your birthday today but I'm not busy preparing food tokens... feels weird... I kinda miss the activity :) It has always been cooking day for me every 18th of August. You have marked this day of every year as food giving day be it in your office or in the neighborhood. How I wish you were still around... happy birthday!
Papa
I wish you were still here to help me clean up the mess i have made of my life. I'm trying to be strong, trying to do too many things at once, but the more i try the more things get complicated, but i will keep trying to fix it myself, I know youre watching over me, and im sorry if i'm giving the people around me such a hard time. I will take care of all of my issues. I will make you proud.
My Daddy-yo
I don't know why all the special and complicated moments I could not recall at the moment but, the mundane and boring thinga I spent or had with Daddy I could...
The way Daddy would look up whenever I would 'stomp' down the stairs (he says im noisy all the time), with his glasses barely on his nose and instantly give me his knowing smile--I'm downstairs because I'm hungry.
Daddy would actually "ping" me in YM to have me check who's at the door or to tell me i forgot to eat again.
The way Daddy would laugh when he knows i'm guilty of something--exact reaction when we were leaving for Tacloban, you kept on saying "i know you will be back soon."
I'm sorry Daddy if we weren't able to buy you Crocs (because I kept on telling him they were d*rn ugly).
I'm sorry if I took your only son too far away from you--we were supposed to visit you this month.
I only knew you for a couple of years but why does it hurt so much when I think of you? Why do I feel the same pain when I lost my Mom when I lost you?
I will, we will always miss you! I hope my kisses reach you wherever you are!
Sunday, 3rd day of wake. Martin, a tambay from our street arrived. He is our errand boy whenever needed and one of those who regularly receive a small token (pang merienda) from 'Tito Con' (Jun's more popular name in our neighborhood). He is oftentimes drunk and this day was no exception. But surprise of all surprises, he had with him a bunch of flowers to offer. Where and how he got it I don't know but somehow it doesn't matter. After paying his respects, he stayed.. but being drunk made him a bit noisy. JR was concerned.. gave him 100 pesos just so he would leave and drink somewhere else. After a while he was back. I don't know who wouldn't be touched... he brought 3 pcs of hamburger, gave them to JR and finally left.
August 26, 2009,Wednesday evening, was the last night I would see my cousin. Mom and I had packed stuff to his house - dates, in particular. When we arrived, he was sleeping by the door. He needed sleep to prepare for his shift that night at the call center where he worked. He awoke, and I noticed he had a new hair cut. Cut it himself, he said. He looked so much younger than before, with a lighter aura about him. He eagerly wanted to taste the dates I brought and could not wait for it to be prepared or stored properly. One date went into his mouth and his face spelled sweetness. Too sweet for him,in fact. That was my cousin, the food critic. Miss him so.
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