 |
| My simple altar particularly offered to my grandparents. |
I've been wanting to host something since we got here.
Heck, I was even thinking: poetry session. But nah. Too specific. So, weeks passed and what do you know, it's November. Kalag-kalag or All Soul's/Saints' Day has always been a memorable occasion to me as our kind of (not going to the cemetery necessarily) honoring the dead -- preparing an altar heapful with bingka, biko, suman or what-ricecake-have-you, roasted chicken, the ancestor favorite of pork liver and tuba (don't forget the tabako) and whatever dishes were prepared that night -- and praying the rosary plus the special prayer for the dead where all the names of our dead ancestors/relatives/friends are roll-called, their dear souls prayed for.
Also, it's my Lolo's birth anniversary. The anthology The Bohol We Love, which featured a memoir I wrote just a few months back was basically a homage to my grandparents, will debut next month -- and I just feel that I have so much to be thankful to my Lolo and Lola (even getting here).
 |
| I specifically prepared my lola's favorite atay. |
 |
| And, of course, kalag-kalag is not kalag-kalag without family. |
