even though he wasn't my grandpa, i feel terrible. i hate it when old people die, especially since he was always so nice and happy and generous and his voice was so little (which isn't exactly a good quality but i found it to be nice haha) and during those days when we used to go to bohol a lot, we'd go to his big-ass fishpond and eat crabs and fish and all sorts of seafood and steal candy and go fishing.
most of my family is going to bohol on the 28th for the funeral, but i can't since that day's my birthday. i REALLY want to, though. it's been years since i've last been there (next time will probably when marla and her family get back here).
..and it's unbelievable but bohol ran out of flowers and people had to order from cebu. that's how amazing a person margarito lim, sr. was.
