2 posts tagged “reunion”
I am getting sick and took an Advil Cold & Sinus pill. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was not the Non-drowsy formula I thought it was. This means that I cannot focus at work. Also, the fact that it is Friday and I'm leaving early, is not helping my motivation.
So, enjoy this "My Bloody Valentine" video.
I feel like I'm in that teacup ride at Disneyland.
I think I will try to blog my mom stories (stories that my mom tells me) so I have a collection of them here. I think this is the first one. Hopefully I remember that I have a tag called "mom stories."
My mom tends to forget the things I tell her. I work every Sunday. I have been working every Sunday for almost a year now. But every weekend she asks me why I was missing from a family event and every week I tell her that I was at work. I do not think she believe me but that is ok. So, here is my first mom story (I should record her...)
This weekend my mom went to a reunion with her classmates. She has not seen these people for 45 years. First, of all, if I have not seen you in 4 years, I probably forgot your name. My mom is not like that at all. She just recalls everything. We will be in a mall and she will see someone and go, "oh, anak, I think I know that person." I am always horrified. HORRIFIED! Because I know what will come next. "Anak, I am going to talk to them." And then she leaves me standing there holding her purse or bag or whatever.
So, she goes to this reunion at one of classmates house. There are only 8 people there. They all start reminiscing and talking and because my mom has excellent recall, she starts going through her mental list of all of her classmates. Unfortunately, it seem that a number of her classmates have passed on.
"what happened to so-and-so"
"oh...he's gone."
"what about so-and-so"
"she's gone too."
A lot of things have happened to these people. Some are wealthy or well-off, others have passed on, and others are struggling.
It seems that one of her classmates is setting up a thing he calls, "adopt-a-classmate." The ones who can will make balakbayan box (giant box of good things) and send them to the ones who need help. I am pretty amazed at how generous people are. You hear about the major charities or fund-raisers, but, you rarely hear about those who do things for people you will probably never hear about. Also, they are going to have a reunion in the Philippines in 2010.
After 45 years I had to ask, "How did they even find you after 45 years?"
"Oh, your Auntie Rose, knows someone and told him to call her comare (that's my mom - it means "a woman who is your friend) and he was here last year and called me. So now I know."
My mom is just that kind of person who only remembers the good things and remembers good things about the people she meets. My dad was the same way. I, unfortunately, am mean and remember bad things and though I forgive, I rarely forget. I could never imagine meeting people from my past and making an effort to hang out with them. Though, you never know what will happen 10 or 20 years from now.
