Remembering Papang

My maternal grandfather Oscar Paras, whom we fondly call Papang, would have turned 87 last February 1. He passed on 3 years ago and I still miss him a lot. He was a great and kind man, a lolo who spoiled his grandkids with his time and affection. He was an easygoing man, always calm and always in the best of moods. He always had kind words to say to everybody, and he was courteous and respectful of everyone he met. He was a man well loved by his family and his friends, a man who inspired kindness and loyalty to those around him, a man who always sang "You'll never know" with minimum coaxing, a man who always ate Max's fried chicken with bread rolls and never with rice, a man who always had to have tissues on the dinner table, a man who used to say "break your sleep" when waking us up, a man who always joked about photographers and paparazzi when asked to sign for his senior citizen discount and benefits. He was my favorite lolo, and he made me believe I was one of his favorite apos. 

Happy birthday, Papang! Love you and miss you so much!