It has been 12 years since the last time I spend my Easter or Holy Week in the Philippines. I missed how we Filipinos celebrate the Easter or Holy Week as we fondly called it.
the devotees are ready for the procession
Holy Friday is the solemnest day of the week. The roads are not busy. You seldom see public vehicles. Most of the stores are close so as the government office. One place that is crowded is the church.
procession of the Blessed Virgin Mary
I missed listening to the radio where the broadcast how God’s life portray. We will not eat any meat. You eat mostly vegetables. I missed playing with my cousins. We play cards.
The best part I missed is going to church with my Mom. She belongs to a group at the church. We attend procession or parade with the Statue of the Virgin Mary and others. We walk barefoot from church to our town. We pray the rosary until we are back to the church. I missed attending mass and will bring container for the Holy Water.
I missed the Easter Sunday where an angel is singing when Jesus Christ is resurrected. I missed going to the beach with my family and cousins especially Sunday. We will eat and pig out ourselves.
Now that I live in America, celebrating Easter is very modern. Holy Week is like a typical day. My kids have no school as they are having their Easter break. I did not grow up having Easter baskets. I just bought some Easter baskets for my kids and fill them up with books and candies.
Sunday we are coming to one of my sister-in-law for dinner. My husband is not coming as he is scheduled to work 12 hours that day. I wish everybody a happy Easter wherever you are or however you celebrate it. What matter most is that you believe in God and that he saves us from our sins.
It was 11 days ago when the family drove to the city of Buffalo. It took 30 minutes for the dearest husband to reach in the city. The traffic was badly but he made it for a shorter time. He is a fast driver and always makes my heart beating so fast because the way he drive.
Growing up in the city when I was little makes me missed the city living. I cannot trade my country way of living to the city. The city of Buffalo is big. I like the big buildings, school and churches. Buffalo has beautiful churches as well. We have the oldest church in America.
I also like to watch where the ball drops in New Year’s Eve. I hope someday my family can witness the joyous event. We drove to the city of Buffalo to watch the hockey live. We got lucky because our hockey team Buffalo Sabres won against Carolina Panthers.
I hope to explore the city of Buffalo in the summer. There are many activities and places for the family to explore. We have to check out that marine boat. I also like to explore the Lake Erie. They also have beautiful botanical garden. I just cannot wait for the warm weather to get here.
I was looking for my first airline tickets but I cannot find them. I thought I save them. Unfortunately I must throw them out. I check my very first Philippines passport. I know there is a date inside my passport when I first arrived in America.
Today is my 12th year since I arrived in America. I have come along way since then. I always stay Filipino by heart that is for sure. I had renewed my Philippines passport once. I now have an American passport since I became a citizen almost four years ago.
I am looking back at my first passport. It brings so many memories. I still remember when I first applied for my Philippines passport. I have my first Passport on the 7th of May 2001. It brings back the memories when I attended the seminar back in Cebu City. It also brings back memories when I had my medical exam. I still remember when I received my US Visa. I also remember my very first international flight. I cannot forget I am a carrying a pouch with my X-Ray result. The flight was very tiring from Manila to San Francisco California. I still remember when I had my K1 Visa stamped.
I have learned so many things for the last 12 years since I arrive in America. The home-sickness during the first week was horrible. The sudden change of temperature from tropical to winter. It shocked my body. The surrounding changes too from busy streets to quite roads. I am very thankful that my husband is always there for me during my first week when I arrived in America. Those were memories that will remains in my heart forever. I am thankful to God for giving me all the strength that all I needed during those times.
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