There's something significant about this date. Four years ago today, my grandfather passed away. And even after four years, I still miss him. A lot. He was 90 when he went.
If you've read about the history of Parañaque, you'll find out that my lolo, Lucio Castillo Francisco, is the first post-war mayor appointed by the Americans. Yes, he was indeed a significant part in the history of the city.
I remember how my relatives from abroad came back to the Philippines so that they could be there beside Lolo Bait until his last breath.
I remember how my Papa told us how he went -- he looked at my lola, smiled and told her, "Choleng, aalis na ako."
I remember how everyone told so many stories of my lolo's heroism during the three-day wake we had for him.
I remember the very first time I saw my Papa holding back the tears when he spoke in front of the people before we buried Lolo Bait.
I remember one person telling us during his burial, "You should be proud of your lolo. He was a true hero."
I am proud.
I am proud to have him as my Lolo Bait.
I am proud to be his granddaughter.
I am proud to have known a great man.
Sometimes, it seems like only yesterday when I found out that Lolo Bait passed away.
I miss you, Lolo...