August - The Month I Had to Wear White Twice
My Sunday work was just about to end. Carlos Yulo's 2nd Gold Medal win was sweeping through my newsfeeds. This was good news, right? Historic. It was great for the country. Little did I know that it was only one of the many historic events that would take place in my month. I went up and my mom told me, "We're going to the hospital. Lola Ebs is now with the Lord." This was not supposed to be a shock. We were praying against it for weeks. But we felt it deep inside, that was going to be the day. Heck, I was already wearing white. The mood was somber when we arrived. Mom went to be with Lola Ebs' daughters. I hugged her grandkids. Lola Ebs was not a blood relative, but she might as well have been. When we arrived in Kalibo more than 30 years ago, this kind woman welcomed my dad - a missionary who uprooted his life in Manila to start his ministry in Kalibo together with his wife and their one-year-old daughter - me. We struggled during our first years in the move
