I haven't seen you in years and I remember when I kissed your hand and said, "Uncle, how was the trip?" Little did I know that it would be the last. That was nine years ago....
All those memories of how you used to spoil us with your "pasalubongs" each time you come home to our ancestral home in Daet, how every Holidays we look forward to your arrival and the feeling of being "rich" because you always give the biggest "pamasko money", and how we used to sneak in your room when you're not around just to see your book collection, however distant it may be, will always be treasured.
And though I may not be there to see you one last time, I pray for the progress of your soul.
I know that you're smiling and laughing with the rest of the family now, with Papa Taba, Mama Miti, Uncle Ben, Uncle Lito, Uncle Edwin and Papa.
You will be forever missed, Uncle Romy.
