Sunday, December 1, 2013

Hanggang sa muli, Liwanag.

I didn't get to speak in front earlier today, but I guess it's for the best. If I had to deliver a eulogy for you, I would've broken down in tears in front of everyone, and I know how much you hate seeing people sad.


We were batchmates in high school at Zobel and also in college at UP Arki. We never really got to talk in HS since we were never classmates, but because we were the only Zobel freshies in UP Arki at that time, we became close.

The first time we actually talked was during college orientation. I was hesitant to talk to him then and there since we were never close before. But since he was a familiar face, he welcomed my awkward greeting with his friendliness and wide smile.


In first year college, he ran for batch representative and won. Later that year, he threw a batch party in order for the batch to get to know each other more. He had been pushing for that ever since he noticed how the blocks were clique-ish and didn't really talk to other blocks in the batch. If it weren't for him, our batch wouldn't be as united as we are now. So, thank you, Boss, for that.


He was such a caring person, not only to his family but also to his friends. Whenever Zobel-Katipunan friends would hang out 'til the late hours of morning, he'd always walk with me and/or my roomie/s back to our dorm or to the nearest trike and made sure we got home safely. He even drove me to Alabang from QC even when it was out of his way home to Sucat.


I think my favorite memory of Francis would be when I hitched a ride to that studio for our college grad pics. It was traffic and we were just listening to his music. I have to say, he has really good taste in music. Ever since then, we'd been sharing and exchanging music to listen to. Nothing much happened aside from just soundtripping and him cussing at stupid drivers and apologizing right after to me for cussing out loud. But I think that's my most memorable moment of him, or rather, with him because it was probably the only time we got to hang out, just the two of us, wherein we didn't care about anything else in the world.


I miss sharing music with you. I miss soundtripping with you. I miss hanging out with you, alone or with the HS or college batch. I miss your happy-go-lucky nature that goes well with your signature paos voice. I miss you.

It wasn't the news that I wanted to hear, but I'm just thankful you're finally home. Rest in Peace, Francis.

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