June 6, 2013
It used to be that during family gatherings I focused more on taking photographs rather than mingling with my relatives. I believed then that the ensuing photographs will be important someday when our memory fails us. But eventually I realized that time is better spent doing other things instead. A photograph is a beautiful thing, sure. But the memory of my father's laughter and Kuya's voice, the sound of Byron's snore--I have to trust that I can remember these in the future with the same vividness and love as I do today.