The Moth

Five days prior to All Soul's Day, a brown-winged creature visited me unexpectedly. A moth about the size of my thumb, rested proudly on my shirt hanged on the deck. Stayed comfortably for a few minutes and vanished into thin air unnoticed.

I tried to locate my visitor but nowhere it could be found. I wonder where it came from. The room I shared with my brother is not in anyway a magnet of insects. However elders said that they symbolized our loved ones who departed.Asking our help to get them out of where they stayed right now.

Could it be my grandmother missing her favorite apo? Or my grandfather who passed away a year after my Lola joined the Creator, who used to carry me and my brother and a relative on his shoulders when were still kids? Was he my Lolo on my father's side who used to commingle my name with my brothers? Or probably a distant relative pleading for deliverance?

I hardly couldn't distinguished who it be. Be it heaven sent reminding me to visit those who have gone ahead to their graves especially this time of the year.

I wish my visitor would visit me again one day and tell him I did not fail them on their special day.