when Tim and I were little kids and we'd all go to Lucena for some family thing or another, my great uncle used to play with us kids. now in my family, play meant make fun or tease until the little kid cried. for really absurd reasons, that brought joy and amusement to the elders. I guess we're just a bunch of live and let live jokers but don't cross us or we'll cut you kind of family. tito Enad or Lolo Play as we used to call him, used to do this one thing. he used to grab our wrist and tell us he wouldn't let us go until we said this word. but it wasn't really a word, it was a nonsense word he had made up that no 4 year old would be able to say! anyway, we always ended up crying for Ma and the rest of them would laugh. that was the gauntlet, so to speak, of all the children on my mother's side of the family. making a little kid cry was funny, to them. mostly filipinos aren't very thick skinned but with that kind of childhood, you learn to tolerate alot of things!
Tito Enad passed away today, 7am NY time. Tita Zeny was midflight, just coming back from the PI from seeing him actually. Ang daming pasalubong as usual. He had said a few weeks ago that he was wondering why Millet wouldn't come forward, like she was being shy. He was in the hospital, in a disease haze. Kuya Uge said no wonder he hadn't dreamt about Mama, she was in the PI visiting Tito Enad. Us Catholics, you know how it is. Towards the end, you always see your favorites.
RIP LoLo Play <3
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