My feet hurt from all the walking. We sent Yaya Domin (my lola’s younger sister) to her final rest today and walked from their home to the town church. It was 11am and accompanied by the moody Cebu weather, we walked through gravel and dust (mostly thanks to SM Consolacion) and arrived in church exhausted, yet still ready to go.

The mass was celebrated by 8 priests, 2 of which are our own relatives. It was simple and like every funeral mass, ended up dramatically. The burial was at Manila Memorial Park in Lilo-an (no walking this time). It was quick, contrary to what I have expected. I didn’t expect though for many, many people to witness it. I recognize faces, mostly our own neighbors. It was quick yet dramatic and touching. It was a great feeling being there.

I missed my Baguio-Manila trip for this but I believe I have made the right decision.

Tomorrow, instead of being in Manila, to Avilon Zoo, Trinoma or Manila Bay perhaps, I’d be at home, probably trying to figure out how to be productive. Or maybe plan more out-of-town trips. Or learn my craft. It is up to tomorrow. But for now, I need rest. It was a week plus of attending mass and vigil; seems like time has stopped and I have been brought out of my life. Meaning, my routinary life was interrupted. Starting tomorrow, I will pick up where I have left. I even don’t like to go back to work anymore. Pfft.

Good night.