First day of church.

Today was the first day I have been to church in a few months. It felt good. A couple times before my mom would ask if I wanted to come with them to the 9 o'clock mass, but I would just brush her off and go back to sleep. I was a big boy today, and went on my own. Without having to be dragged to go, this is a big step for me. From me not going at all, then to just wake up one morning and get up at 8. When I sat down, I never realized how big my church has become. I saw the usuals that were there when I went a long time ago, and a whole lot of new faces. It was real nice, I felt like god was trying to say something to me. Lol. I was standing and the sun was shinging right in my face through the windows. You know that kind of shine in movies when something good is suppose to happen "is this a sign?" lol wtf?

After church moms and pops said were going to SF to visit my grandmother. I asked why? "She just had a heart condition, and was just diagnosed for Broncitis" Questions started to flow right out of my mouth. "how is she" "what happened" "what is wrong" "how long has she been there" Immediatley, we left for SF.







































This building used to be a Theatre a really long time ago, way before I was born. My mom and dads first date was here.







































As soon as we got to Seton Hospital, we started to go up to her room. Wow, it was sad to see the patience. Few of them were moving, some had no visitors, and even some were having a hard time. I felt real bad for some reason. Finally to my grandmothers room. As soon as she saw us she started to ball her eyes out. Doctor said she was all good, and just a few more days and she can come back out. It was nice seeing her up and joyful despite what had happened. She still was smiling, making dirty ass jokes, and talking about her favorite game .. BINGO. It amazes me how she can have such a beautiful personality like nothing has happened to her. As we left, she started to cry. She said "No-Noy (her name for me when I was a kid) your getting bigger and bigger" then she started to cry when I hugged and kissed her. She said "Bahala ka sa buhay mo" I dont know if I said that right. This translates to "take care of your own life" but she said it in a way like "I wont be here to take care of you anymore, so you have to". This hit me hard. I didn't want to cry, I held it in the whole way to the parking lot.


Back to Sacramento. And to stop by my grandfathers grave. Its his and my grandmothers anniversary today. The rain was not on our side to stop by but as soon as we exitesd it stopped. It was like he was trying to say that he was still with us.














































Life is short. Live it to its fullest.