Missing the relatives

When I was a kid, our family used to go to the province at least twice a year to see the relatives. Once during the town feast, and once more during All Saints’ Day. We get to see almost all the relatives during these occasions. So we really made it a point to go.

When we grew up and started working, going to the province became a one-time affair. We were just too busy living our own lives and our schedules wouldn’t meet. We would just be able to visit during All Saints’ Day when we visit the grave of our dead love ones. That’s when the relatives converge in a single place.

It’s just sad that we’re losing the bond that we built from way back. The young ones are growing up and since we don’t see them that often, they don’t know us anymore. The elders are succumbing to old age one by one. In fact, only one nanang (great grandmother) lives. There are a couple of grand-aunts still living.

All of a sudden, I missed the bonding we shared during my younger years. Summer and other special occasions were more fun because of them.

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