I miss my former classmate, barkada, confidante, and brother--my Pais Sanny Lagumbay. He is the first to go among us who composed the 2nd batch of seminarians of Pope Paul VI Minor Seminary. A jolly person, he always found humor and fun in almost everything, even in the most adverse of circumstances. He was always smiling (like Sir Claud, his father). We were together (with Tony Ong and Oliver Edulan) through thick and thin during our seminary years, from high school to college. We shared secrets (secrets that only young seminarians can share with each other), fought with each other (sometimes nearing fistfights), joked endlessly about each others smell/kinky hair/looks/etc, prayed with and for each other, and so many more. I remember the day when he had his first emergency, which became the turning point in his life leading to his kidney transplant. We were together before that fateful day, eating caloric-filled foods during the fiesta in Hindang, then washing the fat down with tinabal and buwad when we got back in Libagon. I think those sinful foods really triggered his attack. I was by his side during his first day in the hospital in Sogod and scolded him when he peed on the bed (but I was to blame, he laughingly told me later when he partly recovered, because I did not allow him to stand up and go to the toilet). I saw his health deteriorate after that. But he was one fighter priest. In fact, it was a running joke among the clergy that every body else seemed to be going ahead of Sanny, but here he was, still smiling and cracking jokes and saying mass, even with his mongo-sized kidney. So many, many things I want to say here. You will be sorely missed, Pais Sanny. When you get to heaven, please remember me, and give my complements to all the paises that have gone ahead of us. I miss you already.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 08:39:55 +0000
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