Letters to At

 Dear At, 

Yesterday was your 9th day of earthly departure. Our Among Ching held mass for you in Zoom. Attendees were from all parts of the globe. Among Ching said, " Gie, salamat sa ngiti mo. At sa mga pictures na kuha mo. Magaganda sila at sentro. Di tulad pag kami ang kumuha, kahit papano lang. Yun ang di ko makakalimutan sa 'yo, and ngiti mo at ang mga pictures na kuha mo.

"Miller, Boo, kapit lang. Si Apung Obing at Mamang, nalampasan ang mga pagsubok sa pagdarasal at pagsisimba."

Arlettte wonderfully created a video tribute of you with loads of photos and your funny videos. Most notably was your video with a palis tambo in the background as Among Ching was giving his Thank you message for my "vlog."

You made a tremendous, wonderful and generous impact in this world, At.

At. Reggie. Sister.

The Last Letter

 I belong to a book club!:) Its members are me and my nieces Mai and Kim.:) We recently discovered that we actually read books. Shocking!!Lol!!

Mai acquired a Kindle to deviate a bit from her Tiktok obsession. In our group chat, she recommended the novel, The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros. I read the sample on Kindle, inevitably I wanted to continue with the story so I gave in and agreed to Kindle Unlimited membership. 

I deleted Facebook and Instagram apps on my iphone. I plan to "waste" my time on reading and watching movies, especially all that star Robert Downey Jr.

The Last Letter had me very personally involved with all its characters. It is a family drama of Ella McKenzie and her twins, Maisie and Colt, and Beckett Gentry- Call Sign Chaos. I will not make a book review here. All I can say is the story brought fat, big tears that almost turned to sobs, I wanna scream especially when seven-year-old Colt died. I gasped for breath, feeling and crying with Chaos, Ella and Maisie.

Our boys Char and Nugget stayed with me at the living room, staring at me with pawed- sympathy while I hold my Kindle, my heart and spirit crushed and twisted to fragments with grief. I moved back to the day and months after my Mamang left the earthly world. How physical breathing is too much of a task to do naturally.

Oh, books and reading. We shall continue to have a tight and steady relationship.

Reading. Cathartic. Worthwhile.