Funeral

Last week went like a blur. My uncle died just past midnight of Oct. 31. He died of a heart attack at the age of 45. He was able to drive himself with my tita to the hospital but he expired at the emergency room. I was devastated when I learned of the news since it was sudden and he was the uncle who was there whenever I (or any of my brothers and cousins for that matter) got into trouble.

I remember the time in college when I drove my then girlfriend to their house in Malolos, Bulacan and the car broke down at the Shell station just before the Malolos exit. I was a neophyte driver then and was only allowed to drive to and from UP so imagine my dad's surprise to learn that car found its way onto the expressway. To make a long story short, my uncle was the one who drove me back to Malolos to find a mechanic and was the one with me a few days later on a bus going to Malolos to get the car. A few years later, when he learned that we broke up, he ribbed me that we went through all that trouble for nothing.

I'll just link to the photo I took at the funeral. The lady in front is his sister and the lady next to her is my widowed aunt. Sigh.