Dear Paps,
Paps, it's been a week since you were buried, nineteen days since we went to the hospital. There's a big void left in our hearts when you earned your wings. I still cry at night, or at every moment I think of you. Maybe Ate and LA too. Mama is devastated. I know she is strong and she's trying to get her smile back, but she can't help it, not only because you're gone, but because half of her existence is gone. You're half of each other, right? Everyday is going to feel incomplete because you are not physically with us, but I am also happy for you. I know you're gliding ang sliding up there, with your Nanay and Tatay, Lola Caria, and bestfriend Lola Eyay, (haha) and other relatives and former neighbors. I know you are playing mahjong all the time and you've probably taken all your opponents' chips. And if you get bored, you are having the time of your afterlife playing golf there, without any handicap at all -cause yo...