Caught Off Guard On Goodbye

My uncle died last Wednesday. He was 50 years old.

A massive heart attack – that’s what the doctors said finally got him. It was a big shock for the family. We all knew Tito Boy wasn’t doing so well these past few months (In fact, he was released from the hospital just  last Sunday). But I don’t think any of us counted on him to say his goodbyes early. My dad’s taking it like a man, but I think he feels much worse than he’s letting on.

I was never as close to my Dad’s younger brother as compared to his other siblings. My titas were an ecstatic bunch, and I was drawn more to them and their jolly (and - may I add - generous) habits. Tito Boy usually kept to himself. He said very little, and so I never really got to know him. He used to remind me of Eddie in The Five People You Meet in Heaven. Now, I wonder if he ever felt the same way Eddie did – insignificant and unimportant.

Death always reminds me of how fleeting everything is. The great equalizer. You can’t buy your way out of it, that’s for sure. I guess the lesson here is to live while you can and love while you have a reason to. We’ll miss the people who have taken an earlier flight than us, but we can appease ourselves with the thought that they’re having one hell of a vacation – and a permanent one, at that. And if some of us are still terrified out of our wits of the inevitable, think of the reunions we’ll be having. It’s the next great adventure.

I’d like to think Tito Boy is in a better place. No, scratch that. I know he’s quite happy where he is now. If there was one thing my tito loved, it was chickens and cock-fighting. So, my idea of heaven for me is in some manokan up in the clouds.

We’ll miss you, Tito. We’re praying for you. Most of all, we loved you, still do, and will continue doing so.