Yesterday, I saw several pictures on Facebook posted by my youngest brother. He was looking for photos that he could make into a video as a tribute to Dad’s 97th birthday on January 16. Yes, if he were alive today, he will be turning 97.
He saw some photos of us and his godfather, our family friend Mama Julian and he posted them. That began our long conversation and exchange of comments, reminiscing about the past and those days we were growing up. Mama Julian was our neighbor and dad’s best friend. His children who are now living abroad noticed his post and they also joined in our chats.
Dad is the one in white shirt. This was taken almost fifteen years ago, April 2004 if I am not mistaken.
We reminisced on how they spent their days when we were in high school. Dad played the guitar and Mama Julian with his ukulele. They would compose music together and play to us kids. We talked about those days when they would play cards together with mom and Nana Mina (his wife) called Entre 7. We remember those days when in every fiesta in our place in the province, both of them would always act as emcees of the night’s programs. There was really no dull moment when they were around together.
One of Mama Julian’s daughters said that she would copy all those photos and would show them to him being sure that he would be glad to see them. He is also in his nineties now and living in Brisbane with some members of the family. Dad and Nana Mina are now with the Lord.
It is nice to get in touch with friends and neighbors again after so many years. Back then, when we were growing up, they were like our extended family. Most of them including my brother are now living abroad and have their own families. One daughter is married to my first cousin.
When friends meet, hearts warm.
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