Image hosted by Photobucket.com How do you break to a 33-month old that the only Lolo he has known just passed away?
He thought our ride home was just a big adventure where a family reunion is waiting at the end. He has never met so many other lolos and lolas, titos and titas, kuyas and ates all at once.
Though I somehow got him convinced that Lolo is now sleeping permanently in peace, never to wake up and has joined Jesus, he has never forgotten to tell everyone who asks him that Lolo has died and is now 6 feet under the ground ( patay na Lolo, andun na siya sa lupa) in his own words. During the wake, he was his usual ala-starstruck kid behavior to the delight of the whole family.