What a morbid title, right? But I couldn’t think of an apt one, because for our next ride, that was exactly what we did: ride to the cemeteries where our respective parents are laid to rest, so we could visit and pay our respects. Our first stop was Himlayang Pilipino to visit Mommy, Daddy and […]
What a morbid title, right? But I couldn’t think of an apt one, because for our next ride, that was exactly what we did: ride to the cemeteries where our respective parents are laid to rest, so we could visit and pay our respects.
Our first stop was Himlayang Pilipino to visit Mommy, Daddy and my brother Yamon. Our route took us through Quezon City, past familiar locations (we used to both live in QC), including Katipunan, and our eldest’s university, Ateneo.
We arrived quite early, so we had to wait before the gates opened. After introducing Tanny & Demi to Mommy, Daddy and Yamon, we stayed a bit for a light snack.
Then we were off to our next destination: my alma mater, UP Diliman. Ah so many memories. Lots of things have changed, I saw. We had a chance to stop and take pictures at the sunken garden, which was just in front of my college, College of Business Administration.
I even had a chance to take a picture in front of my college, which at the time was both under construction and in protest—ah I miss college life.
Next stop was Loyola where my mother and father in-law, Nanay and Tatay, were laid to rest. After paying our respects, we had a picnic lunch (McDonalds this time).
We passed through Marikina on our way home. It was a relatively short ride, but what it lacked in distance/complexity, it made up for in making us feel very good about being able to visit the parents, so to speak.
Another thing of note: this time around, we are wearing matching long sleeved jerseys!
To be honest, in the past, I didn’t fully understand why hubby had to have different jerseys, helmets, shoes, socks and other paraphernalia to ride a bike. I also didn’t really understand why he enjoyed torturing himself to ride through steep inclines, under the scorching sun, pedaling until his muscles ached, and even then pedaling even more.
Fast forward to today. I have bought myself jerseys, tube masks, and others. I remember our last ride through Rizal-Antipolo, Teresa loop. We rode for around 6 hours. I felt the pain, the sun, the exhaustion. And yet, here we were, riding again the next week.
I understand.
I empathize.
I am loving it.
Check out the link below for the video highlights of our cemetery ride.