this is supposed to be the day we remember our dearly departed. but for some reason i do not know, it is not so in the Philippines...
so i remember my youngest brother, who died at the tender age of 16 of H-fever... his death, so far, is the most painful experience i ever went through in my life... i still think of him. miss him. wonder what could have been... my parents were totally devastated when he passed. it was very painful for all of us...
i named my son after him...