Eight Years

Instead of joining the crowds that flocked memorial parks last week, my parents decided to visit my brother today. It’s been eight years since eight-year-old Jerome passed, after which God blessed us unexpectedly with two lovely additions to the family. :)

While we stood under the shade, Ana and Andrea bombarded dad with questions of why their kuya was under the grass. Haha. I always imagine how deep his voice or how tall he would’ve been considering he’d be turning 16 on the 24th! Mom also remembered how he never got to ride an airplane to visit another country or even within. But we all know well that he’s having the time of his life now! :)

{Baguio 2000}