  I saw my Lolo’s Old pictures yesterday. Everyone said I looked like lolo the most when he was young, and Lolo looked like my great grandfather when he was young. Jonathan, our cousin was the splitting image of his dad, tito Sonny. Dale looked just like tito Danny, and TJ looked like Tito Marlon.
Looking at the Pictures of them as Kids, I begin to understand a lot of the things that happened now. You can mentally age them and see what happened over time. I saw pictured that dated back to as far as 1948 to 1956 when our great grandfather was still alive. It was pretty interesting in how things developed. I was talking to Randy… the son of Tita Su and Mang Danny. We got into talking about things to come. I told him where things began. I told him the funny thing about how I love eating in their dinner, and how that was the business of my grandfather and great grandfather. If you look far enough into the past, you notice things repeating. Faces surfacing again and again. My dad looks most like my lolo, when you look at the eyes and when these traits passed on to me, and I had a long face… more of a square face.
I looked like my lolo. So when I look at someone, there is a chance I may be looking at their granddad or parent at that age. I know its an old idea, but I’m looking at it at the time my grandfather died. The first grandparent of mine to die. I’m turning 25 this year and I feel like by the time I’m 30 they’re all going to be gone. Its like something I’m not prepared for, yet I have this coming a long time now.
The average death toll is 60 back here. People who live to 70 are considered very old. Although, looking at my health and my lineage I might go to 90 like my great grandfather. He was 20 when rizal was killed. He was 22 during the Katipunan Revolt the Spanish American War. Although he had a family when he was pretty old at the time. When I die… I hope it is in some 50 mile hike, or banging 5 women, or in a war where I’m fighting on the good side.
I don’t want to wait to die. I don’t believe one should wait for death to come, when it is much more to live a life charging at it. I wish by the time my kids are 20… at least my youngest. I can start doing crazy things. And in terms of funerals, the cheapest damn box that won’t let the smell out. No, ceremonies… just a big party with all the family left. Heck a game. If I can have my way, I’d be a ghost to make my children’s life much more interesting.
That would be cool, to be a story telling ghost. ESPECIALY a GMING GHOST!!! Gaming is the instrument that Fathers will be close to their sons, and I wouldn’t want that tradition I hope to start, end with me. I have a lot of work to do… and I didn’t get any work done yesterday because of the request mom made and the tiring search for Candy’s documentary. I hope I get something done by today. 
