Lolo,

 It’s weird that I have learned about you merely through stories from Dad, pictures, and documents, yet I definitely feel the paternal connection that binds us closer. As a UCLA Alumnus, I have been able to see upfront what your passion, leadership, and community spirit during your lifetime has resulted in for L.A. Filipinos, even though you were a Trojan (grrrrrr!). I wish I could converse with you about all these things I’ve experienced as a Pinoy Bruin and how it has affected me and decisions for my future. I want to tell you about all the friends I made there, and how they sang for me in the middle of Bruin Plaza when I turned 21. Bruin fucking Plaza! It was a Saturday too and there were tourists! I also want to tell you about how your son needs to be engage in healthier habits. Why are there Klondike bars in the freezer?? He is missing a gallbladder. Also, I want to tell you about the lack of woman friend in my life. Because I think this is especially important, so I can prove to Dad that I can find someone and be independent. Besides the intangible connection, I don’t know what’s holding me back from just telling you.

Love,

Your Grandson

My Lolo (top row, 2nd to left) in front of Powell Library, UCLA.