In denial.

I refuse.

I refuse to look at his tombstone.

I avoid looking at his pictures on the wall of pictures of dearly departed relatives in the mausoleum.

It makes things real. And I like being in denial.

It's not healthy for me but it keeps me sane. For now.

So what did I do in the cemetery on nov 1st.

Stared into space and reconnected with my cousins. :) I had a blast laughing with them. :)

Dada


Yana


Achie Moni and Ate Sheila. Ate maita too.

It was fun laughing with them.

We realized that we still haven't grown up. Kinda :)

We still don't have signature recipes for parties and we still wait for our moms to fix things up. :)




Someday we will grow up.

Someday I will look at his picture without chocking up.

This post is definitely bipolar. Haissss.

Location:11th Ave,Taguig City,Philippines