Before Papa had his stroke last July, he used to play with Waytee.There has always been a dog in the house ever since I can remember.
Each dog having a character of its own, just like people.
It is fun to spend Christmas with the children as you get to do a lot of fun stuff like filling up stockings. My parents never had this tradition during their childhood days but they made us believe in Santa Claus and his reindeers. Now we are passing this tradition to the younger generation. Hearing their comments on Christmas morning is always amusing. For me, that is my Christmas surprise.
The captions in the picture are some of those I heard on the night before Christmas and Christmas morning - from my own brothers and sisters during our younger years, and from my young nephews and nieces as they checked what Santa has given them.
This is the view seen on top of Osmena bridge in Ormoc. It looks great on a weather like this. But if this river could speak, she may most probably talk also of what she had gone through. Not just of events from centuries past but from the flash flood that happened some 18 years ago where about 8,000 perished in just 30 minutes or so.
Now she looks quite a beauty with her verdant greens and clean running water.
Often, something good comes out of tragedies as we gradually feel the urge to build on it rather than leave it to decay.
Browsing through old pictures.
Looking at how we were and realizing how we are now.
Just can't help being grateful to two great persons who made life easy for us. Papa, now 80, just had his third stroke today. He's in the hospital while I'm miles away. I was able to talk to mama who assured me that everything is taken cared of and papa is stable.
These two persons, in their seemingly frail bodies have weathered many storms in their life. Always, they tell me: move on.
