while the other tita's are cooking or talking, we play.
i remember sitting you on the table so that we can play with your birthday cake's characters. or that the morning in Los Banos when you pulled down each of our blankets just to make sure you'd say good morning to right tita. our first born always eager to experience life.
then i got busy and limited my involvement with talks on the phone that became further and further apart till almost none. then i get a phone call from your ninang that i had to see you today, cause you had said goodnight to this life.
oh how i cried to the years i could have spent with you. i know you would have hushed me and would assure me that you are in a better place anyway.
my dear Io, no words can express the spectrum of emotions i feel. i can go on with i would have wanted clauses but all that wouldn't matter anymore. all i can give now is a promise that you will never be forgotten! and that you have knocked me to the conciousness that opportunities can never be relived so we need to enjoy them when the moment is offered.
goodnight my Io, you will always be remembered...
