Recuerdos Ng Patay
Death is never easy.
More so, when it is your own child. Young Arnold Jamias Quisquirin died of a prolonged cold while playing in the rain. Later that progressed to an pneumonia-like illness, which abruptly killed him while he was still asleep.
He was my second eldest brother, the toddler who I never knew, and probably never will. I wonder still, to this day, what joy, arguements, disagreements and tears of how his life–and mine–would have been, had he lived. I still wonder. XXX
Arnold, though I never knew you, you were the “lucky brother” who had more ninongs and ninangs than any of our other siblings. I bet your life would have been more wonderous, had you lived. i know mine, would have been. I bid you a belated farewell on this anniversary and I pray heaven is better than we can imagine. I bid you hope, I bid you peace, but; more importantly, I bid you…Love.
