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Every Grave Has A Story To Tell... It's my second month here at AFF, and it coincides with the same day a heritage practice here in the Philippines is being observe by million of Filipinos. Remembering the departed souls of our love ones and relatives called "ALL SAINTS DAY". I went to St. John Memorial(cemetery), for my usual yearly duty of cleaning up the surroundings within the grave of my late brothers and of course that of my dearest Father, who expired twenty years ago due to cardiac failure at a local VA hospital. In about a year time, tall grasses and wild vines were all over the place. This clings from both side of the niches and the iron grill, a fence made that separated it from the other tombs of townmates buried upon the nearly congested town graveyard. With two candles in hand, lighting it on while uttering a silent prayer to them. A feeling of loneliness engulf me and it seems hard to forget all those happy moments we have shared together in good and bad times. Mostly worthy were the once, when we were just , growing up together in a place called home. The division of labor inside the house was an example, being the strongest amongst them, I was assign at the heavier work loads. Like the cleaning of the pigpen, feeding of the chickens, the digging of canals and an errand boy for the poultry and live stock feeds supply for our backyard livelihood program me and my Grandma was tending at that time. My brothers were busy with their home work from school which to me, were the usual alibis they told my Mom to skipped their task of working on the daily household chores. Right after supper comes bedtime and we would have the usual pillow fight and our way to induce sleepiness was the word game or the local riddles. My eldest brother was a word puzzle whiz, a natural bookworm and a studious boy, but he was of a small physique frame, frail and lanky because of poor appetite. So all I can offer him in hand comes in the chores, I would helped him and I'm being granted in return with his sharing of word knowledge and vocabulary skills. He was at the sixth grade and I was in grade three level. So with his untimely death of a heart illness, I guess my being active and that hard work really ends beneficial on my part. It gives me the endurance I needed in surpassing the test of time till now at present. First day of November, my deep sorrows in my heart, losing dear members of the family worthy of remembering as life goes on. "May their soul rest in peace with the Lord". pic** cyclope[1] 
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I'm saddened to hear of your losses. Deaths in our families do help us appreciate the ones who are with us even more. Deb
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Deb, ...Be on my side or be on your side...You're always here with your consoling thoughts , and I thank you for that!
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