We were sitting in a place that looked like a park. There was Lola Luz and some other family members when suddenly Daddy Toting seated on the other edge of the bench I was sitting on. He put up his feet on the bench and smiled. I told him it's been quite a while since he came to show up. I asked anyone around if they saw him. Nobody except Jon, my nephew, saw Lolo Toting and Jon was quite scared to even look at him.
He looked the same since the last time I saw him alive, more than 10 years ago. He hasn't showed up in my dreams as he used to for the longest time now, probably more than 3 years already. In my dreams he was asking Arnold, my brother in law, the status of their PR (Permanent Residence) application. Then Jehu woke me up. "Hay distorbo mo, di pa kami tapos mag-usap ng lolo ko".
Lolo Toting came to me last night to remind me of two things:
September 16 - our schedule for submission of PR application
September 17 - his death anniversary
Crazy? Of course not, I was very used to having departed loved ones visit me in my dreams to remind me of their birthdays and death anniversaries.
