Too much of a coincidence ...

Last Monday evening, I was at the wake of our family friend. Lola Maria Dumlao is not related to us by blood but she, her husband Lolo Rey and my paternal grandparents have been friends since the 1930s and that friendship has spanned four generations already.

I met her grandson whose name happened to be Reymond. Same spelling! He also had a shaved head and was he was asking me about the nearest pool he could swim at the next day. Apparently, Reymond the Grandson is preparing for his first Ironman 70.3 race at Honu, Big Island in Hawaii this coming June 1.

Meeting him and hearing all this made me smile. Maybe my Reymond is telling me that despite death, life goes on. We should all find a way to move forward. Easier said than done but I believe anything is possible.

My good friend Maja says there is no such thing as a coincidence. I tend to agree. :)

NOTE: The next evening, I chance upon our old trusty Pajero in an obscure area in Makati and it even had a bike rack attached to it. Oh Reymond, are you afraid I will forget you? That is not possible, my Darling.You are in my heart always and forever.

What was it that Maja said again? :)