It has been 2 years since my favorite brother has left us, but seeing his tombsite and recalling him still bring tears to my eyes. According to Chinese custom, 2 years marks the end of the mourning period, but for me, it hasn’t stopped and will likely not stop. Yesterday early in the morning, I left for Cadiz to bring a bouquet of flowers and to light candles [red instead of white because this is the mark of the end of the period of mourning]. I continue to pray for his soul, and remember all our times together, as I do Mama who died exactly 12 years ago on the same date as when Nonoy left us. It kind of makes me think that Mama called for him to be beside her.