Heroes.

A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure inspite of overwhelming obstacles.

I have been thinking of what to blog about. To seriously blog about. And I thought of why shouldnt I blog about the heroes of my life. Yes, I have been sharing photos of people in my life but I seriously havent put some emphasis on who the heroes/heroines of my life are. So. I will be starting on the heroes of my life. Randomly thought of this one person. No particular order.ü

1. Aunt Loida. The Superwoman.

Aunt Loida with Aunt Beverly

She's an inspiration. A one tough woman whom I have always been thankful of having of. God has been so good to me that He has blessed me someone like her. Aunt Loida is my Papa's older sister. She's actually and mainly that one person who has been supporting on my studies, financially particularly. I mean, I cant believe that there are still some real good relative like her. I cant be any happier having her as another source of my inspiration. What she's been doing for me is incredibly wonderful. (I know, in time I will be able to payback. Ofcourse, I will). People do age. I mean, at her age. Wow. She continues to amaze me. How I wish I will be as tough as her when I grow older. She's been supporting so many people. And. That's just huge. Together with her partner, Tito Allan, who despite of having grown in a different culture like us, they're just amazing. They are good people. And I will always thank the Lord for having blessed me with my Aunt. A one tough woman who withstood and still withstands every trial that came and comes her way. Everytime I get the chance to talk to her, I learn. Whatver she says, it's worth learning. Her life's experiences are incessant. I wish that when I get to her age, I will be as beautiful and way tough and smart as her. She is truly my hero.

2. Francisco Fajutagana. The Greatest Living Grandfather.  

He grew up in a small town in Romblon. He came from a less fortunate family. At a very young age, he took the risk of going to a place he has never been before to pursue his dreams. He worked. Married at a young age. BUT, he finished his studies despite the early marriage, and financial instability. Raised 7 kids. Strived to have a better life.

I can shout to the world that I got the Best Lolo. He's absolutely the best. He is a man of words. I believe everyone in the family thinks that he is a hero. My Lolo just like everyone's grandparents did everything to put himself where he is now. A successful leader and advocate of the seniors. He knows how to discipline. And he will mold you to be better. He is that one great man who will support your decisions and still loves you all the way. He is a one loving husband, a father you'll always be proud of, and the Grandfather you'd say He's the best.. How he showed his love for my Lala when she was still living was way admirable. Even upto the last breath of my Grandmother, I saw eternal love. His love for my grandmother IS something you'll get hooked to. I am a proud grand daughter. 

3. To My dear grandparents who passed away

Medardo P. Munoz/ Tatay Ad, Never Met Hero.

My Papa's father. I didnt get the chance to meet him personally or be able to see him because he died 3 yrs before I was born but I consider him as a hero. And I dont have any idea why. It's just evertime I visit his tomb in Cavite, I always feel like I knew him a lot and that he has imparted a lot in my life now. Which is weird. But everytime I hear stories of him as told by my father, Ive always been in awe (maybe that?s why). How I wish I got the chance to meet him back then. I believe I got the good genes in him. Ha-ha. Papa always tells me that Tatay Adi is a very handsome guy. but anyway, I guess I consider him as my Never Met Hero who played a big part in my life. I love Tatay Adi. 

Elena P. Munoz

Pa's Mum. I love her to bits. My very beautiful grandmother. I remeber shedding bucket of tears when she passed away. I was 11/12 then. Nanay Eli has been a total supporter of me when I was a kid. I remember her living in our house. I remember that one Xmas Day that I chose staying with her because I wanted to take care of her. When she was still living, she would call me and ask how I was doing.

Why is she a hero? Basically cos I know, for one good reason. In her own way. In her own unique way, she exemplified what love is. People may say not-so-good things about her when she used to be healthy, but I dont care. What she showed me when she was living was all the kindness in the world.. I can remember her looking at my face, really proud and happy everytime she sees me back when I was little. I know, even once I was a joy to my Nanay Eli.

Patricia Mosca fajutagana.

What a lovely name. She's my heroine.

Wow! I cannot put into words. Can you just click this link? Makes me miss her most. Click this.
This one too.