When I started planning for our Holy Week this year, I knew I wanted to
spend it with family (hubby’s and mine).
I don’t know when this “tradition”
started in my head. I do remember
spending time with family every single Holy Week of my single life. I remember days playing mah-jong, tong-its,
pusoy dos, sungka, and other card games I no longer remember the rules to. I remember the young-at-hearts telling us
stories about Philippine mythological creatures and their alleged favourite day
(Good Friday) to be out and about in the world of the living. I remember being told not to take a bath
after 3:00 p.m. because the “Lord is dead.”
I remember that we had to sit still and behave until Easter Sunday
because if we nick or cut ourselves during Good Friday until Easter Sunday, our
wounds won’t heal.
Growing up with an extended family under the same roof meant that Holy
Week was rarely a time for reflection unless you shut yourself up in your room
(might as well clean it up while you’re at it.)
But there will be no real “peaceful” time alone because of the ruckus
and wild antics of siblings and Titos and Titas, and Lolos and Lolas who will
either call on you to do some chores or just pester you with loving banter. Looking back, those crazy noisy and busy days
were, in a way, a good way to reflect on what is really important then and now—FAMILY.
We ended up spending our first Black Saturday and Easter Sunday, as a
Hapi Family, with both our families. I
am thankful for the opportunity to share laughter, life and lovelife updates,
chismis, and serious talks. It is only
during these times when we sometimes realize how much we have missed each
other. Happy Easter, everyone! Here’s to more time with family for the rest
of the year.
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