Things happened so drastically I didn't know what hit me. With my divorce raging, the pain of losing a father and the pressures of gradschool, I found myself running back home with my son. I've never appreciated my mother more than that time I had no one to turn to. I took this picture of them at Holy Garden Matutum Memorial Park months after the burial. I call this moment Cj's spiritual bonding with his grandpa.
Time to pray: this is Cj's church class. I made it a point that he was introduced to the faith of his elders while in the Philippines. Under the circumstances, Mama Lola is the best person to oversee just that.
Note: I have to edit my ex-FIL's cause of death. This morning I wrote car accident. Tonite I remembered it was leukemia. It was ex-MIL who figured in a car accident a month after the funeral. Sorry for the mix-up.