Sunday, April 29, 2012


Just before we attended the funeral of a distant relative, my family had a lunch of linat-ang bukog sa baboy, which my mother cooks very well. While attending the funeral mass later, I remembered how the linat-an was also one of the dishes that my lolo loved to cook, and he would always give us a bowl or two (or three) when he did. He was always a generous person, and he never asked for anything for himself.

I still miss him a lot.