Since I’ve been here, I’ve heard so many stories about my grandpa from all different kinds of people… His friends, family, students, colleagues, etc. Today the teachers threw him a memorial. It’s amazing to see all these people from all different towns (some hella far) travel to be here with us to pray and say some things about our Tatang. They all had their own stories and messages for the family. One of the things I remember someone saying was that Tatang always had good advice… And that he wished he knew Tatang when he was younger because his advice wouldve made him so much wiser, but that he was thankful to even know Tatang at all. Something Tatang said to him was, “life is borrowed. we eventually have to give it back, and hopefully the day we give it back, we’ve treated it so well that God accepts it back and welcomes us in his home.” that’s really stuck with me. I thought I’d share with you before I forget. :) it’s a good one right?! tomorrows basically our last day with Tatang, because on Wednesday it’s his funeral and it starts at 8 in the morning. I’m dreading it. :( the whole time we’ve been here it’s been unreal that he’s passed away. I mean, I still see him, still talk to him when I’m by his casket. It just doesn’t feel real… Then it hits me hard and i cant stop crying when we have these necrologies. It’s really AMAZING how many people adore and respect Tatang as much as our family does. Imagine… All the people that have been traveling for hours to see him, who come pray novena every morning, who throw their own memorials for him… It’s really amazing!!! And the thought that 500+ people might show up to his funeral! It goes to show how many lives he’s touched. Anywayyyys, I’m gonna go to sleep now. If we don’t skype in the morning, we’ll do it when you get off work. I’ll call you when I wake up. I love you!!!!!!!!!! And miss you so much! There’s nothing I want more right now, than to hop in bed with you, curl up in your arms, and fall asleep. Goodnight! Or in your case, goodmorning!

Xoxoxo,
Joyce