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don't sell your heart,

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Papa loves you so much.

I missed you, Internet.

So, I'm back, obviously. I've been away for a week, and I really really missed my out of date PC. So, as I said, I left the town to take care of some business in Quezon. I went there to see my lolo's condition. I was supposed to be back the day after, but unfortunately, I wasn't able to accomplish things there in just a day or two.

Worse, lolo was not able to make it through his medication. He died at the age of 73, at his residence in our province. Lola was beside him at the exact moment. Talk about TRUE LOVE. Even at his death, it was lola who was with him.

I love you, Lolo. I miss you.
Goodbye to you, the most quiet person I know.
God bless your soul. I love you. We love you.
Papa loves you so much.

Lovelovelove.

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