TRIBUTE
02/22/2011
02/22/2011
[February 25, 1982 - February 17, 2011]
the 2nd cousin I didn't had a chance to know sooner...
He died as a son to my auntie Julia & uncle Tito, an elder brother to my 2nd cousins, a husband, a father, a friend, and most of all, as my 2nd maternal cousin I didn't had or took a chance to know before his death...
Seeing his pale and mildly gashed face beyond the glass pane of his casket was I think my very first to see him up-close. Unfortunately, I don't have the chance anymore to say "Hello" or get to know him better. He's gone. It's far too late, even for me to learn to call him "Kuya Dennis". The least I could do was to get acquainted with who he was in the form of anecdotes I hear from my fortunate relatives who had a chance to know Kuya Dennis or "Den-den" as they fondly call him.
The one anecdote of him that I find most unforgettable was the one I've heard years ago. I didn't know it was actually him 'til I heard it again on his funeral.
During a funeral of one of our relatives, Kuya Dennis [then at high school] noticed a girl of the same age and started to have a crush with her. He excitedly points her out to one of his aunties and revealed he has a huge crush on her. To everyone's surprise, the girl he pointed out was "Ate Pearlyn" [my first cousin] who is actually his own 2nd cousin, a daughter of his mother's cousin. [sfx *broken heart*]
My auntie kept saying if Kuya Dennis didn't tell them sooner, he might have really fallen for her not knowing they were actually cousins. I thought too myself, 'Whooh~ I could meet this people somewhere, and I wouldn't even know they are actually my cousins.' Sad but possible.
With the framed pictures atop his casket, he reminds me of my brother FigenZ-niisan's outgoing and sociable nature. He has the same carefree medium-length hair that my brother used to have back on his high school & I.T. college days. Almost the same happy-go-lucky grin that conveys a friendly and "Count me in!" attitude. Too bad though, I couldn't see it for myself in live-action.
From a paternal 'japanese-descent' family, Kuya Dennis had been working in Japan with his father and siblings. Up to this day, I've always wondered if he could speak fluent Nihonggo. I didn't had a chance to ask. Ultimately, thanks to my timid attitude, I didn't even take the chance to know his siblings either. *big sigh*
He died on a motorcycle [freak] accident.
He was on his way back to his home in Inawayan from Astorga when he collided with another motorist from another direction. The other motorist was said to have been drunk and troubled with family matters. He must have been overspeeding to escape from reality a bit, but got more than he wanted and sacrificed more than he is warrant to. The other motorist, like Kuya Dennis, was also on vacation from work in Japan. Ironic.
What's more ironic, after Kuya Dennis' burial while my family and I were on our way home from Toril, we came across 2 separate motorcycle accidents. Just happened a minute away from our arrival to the scene. The arrogant motorists from one accident had even overtaken us earlier before we came across their accident to see one of them on the ground, face bloody. From the burial to our way home, it was like being reminded 3 times how bloody dangerous it is to be reckless on the road especially with motorcycles.
Now I fear more than ever of my brothers ever having their own motorcycle.
To the family and friends of Kuya Dennis, I offer my utmost condolences.
To Kuya Dennis, how'd I wish you shouldn't have gone sooner but even after your death, I still have a lot to thank you with.
During your funeral 'til burial, I realized quite some things especially about my relations with others. Time is precious that we couldn't just push and say "reset" everything; we can't "reset" our relationship with others esp. with our loved ones. On your burial when they shoveled earth over you, I realized it's "Game Over" with you; no chance to be friends with you anymore. But to others, I do still have and I shouldn't waste it...
I became better 1234Pass & Chikicha [cardgame] friends with our other cousins: Arnel, JC and Raquel during a night-til-dawn funeral vigil. [I wonder when can we play again?] I became acquainted with "Uncle Smile", my mother's guitar mentor and even got a souvenir from him: his handmade blackheart guitar pick! [Sankyuu!] I even felt closer with my Aunts and Uncles [how? Heehee- My little secret]. I wouldn't have had a chance; all these because of you.
Kuya Dennis...
Hello, thank you, and farewell!!!
[Hajimemashite, sankyuu, to sayonara!!!]
Seeing his pale and mildly gashed face beyond the glass pane of his casket was I think my very first to see him up-close. Unfortunately, I don't have the chance anymore to say "Hello" or get to know him better. He's gone. It's far too late, even for me to learn to call him "Kuya Dennis". The least I could do was to get acquainted with who he was in the form of anecdotes I hear from my fortunate relatives who had a chance to know Kuya Dennis or "Den-den" as they fondly call him.
The one anecdote of him that I find most unforgettable was the one I've heard years ago. I didn't know it was actually him 'til I heard it again on his funeral.
During a funeral of one of our relatives, Kuya Dennis [then at high school] noticed a girl of the same age and started to have a crush with her. He excitedly points her out to one of his aunties and revealed he has a huge crush on her. To everyone's surprise, the girl he pointed out was "Ate Pearlyn" [my first cousin] who is actually his own 2nd cousin, a daughter of his mother's cousin. [sfx *broken heart*]
My auntie kept saying if Kuya Dennis didn't tell them sooner, he might have really fallen for her not knowing they were actually cousins. I thought too myself, 'Whooh~ I could meet this people somewhere, and I wouldn't even know they are actually my cousins.' Sad but possible.
With the framed pictures atop his casket, he reminds me of my brother FigenZ-niisan's outgoing and sociable nature. He has the same carefree medium-length hair that my brother used to have back on his high school & I.T. college days. Almost the same happy-go-lucky grin that conveys a friendly and "Count me in!" attitude. Too bad though, I couldn't see it for myself in live-action.
From a paternal 'japanese-descent' family, Kuya Dennis had been working in Japan with his father and siblings. Up to this day, I've always wondered if he could speak fluent Nihonggo. I didn't had a chance to ask. Ultimately, thanks to my timid attitude, I didn't even take the chance to know his siblings either. *big sigh*
He died on a motorcycle [freak] accident.
He was on his way back to his home in Inawayan from Astorga when he collided with another motorist from another direction. The other motorist was said to have been drunk and troubled with family matters. He must have been overspeeding to escape from reality a bit, but got more than he wanted and sacrificed more than he is warrant to. The other motorist, like Kuya Dennis, was also on vacation from work in Japan. Ironic.
What's more ironic, after Kuya Dennis' burial while my family and I were on our way home from Toril, we came across 2 separate motorcycle accidents. Just happened a minute away from our arrival to the scene. The arrogant motorists from one accident had even overtaken us earlier before we came across their accident to see one of them on the ground, face bloody. From the burial to our way home, it was like being reminded 3 times how bloody dangerous it is to be reckless on the road especially with motorcycles.
Now I fear more than ever of my brothers ever having their own motorcycle.
To the family and friends of Kuya Dennis, I offer my utmost condolences.
To Kuya Dennis, how'd I wish you shouldn't have gone sooner but even after your death, I still have a lot to thank you with.
During your funeral 'til burial, I realized quite some things especially about my relations with others. Time is precious that we couldn't just push and say "reset" everything; we can't "reset" our relationship with others esp. with our loved ones. On your burial when they shoveled earth over you, I realized it's "Game Over" with you; no chance to be friends with you anymore. But to others, I do still have and I shouldn't waste it...
I became better 1234Pass & Chikicha [cardgame] friends with our other cousins: Arnel, JC and Raquel during a night-til-dawn funeral vigil. [I wonder when can we play again?] I became acquainted with "Uncle Smile", my mother's guitar mentor and even got a souvenir from him: his handmade blackheart guitar pick! [Sankyuu!] I even felt closer with my Aunts and Uncles [how? Heehee- My little secret]. I wouldn't have had a chance; all these because of you.
Kuya Dennis...
Hello, thank you, and farewell!!!
[Hajimemashite, sankyuu, to sayonara!!!]
Period: 02/20/2011 - 02/21/2011
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Bansalan home
February 22, 2011
09:35 P.M.
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Bansalan home
February 22, 2011
09:35 P.M.
