Homecoming

Homecoming – the perfect word for that day. I was quite thankful to the priest who used that word when he held a mass that day for someone close to a lot of people’s hearts, most especially to me and my family’s.

Homecoming

It was the second Saturday of February and we were in the province for my grandfather. My mom’s father, we call him Daddy Love, a nickname dubbed by my mom and a name that stuck to him ever since. We were there to be with him to see him off as his time on earth has already come to pass.
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