I previously wrote about recharging my batteries. That simply won't do by just traveling to Iloilo. I had to go to the hometown of Tatay, which I have always called my hometown, too. I spent many summer breaks there including when I was already working and wanted to have some days off and a change in environment. Though I am heartbroken every time I see what looks like our old house there in ruins, I just had to go around and see the place on a drive-by.
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| The main altar and retablo of the San Nicolas Tolentino Church in Cabatuan, Iloilo |
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| Pathway to the main gate of the Cabatuan Catholic Cemetery |
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| The cemetery's mortuary chapel is currently under renovation. |
I always feel emotional when on a homecoming no matter how brief. There's just so many memories of so many places there including our home that is now practically unrecognizable from what I have in my mind and heart. I would like to keep those happy memories that I cherish and remember with fondness. They keep me calm and grounded in life.
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