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Deep Sigh.

Some months ago, when Papa (my grandfather) was still with us, I would visit him in the hospital and hear his stories. Then came August when he was brought to the ICU in the state of coma. When he had awaken and regained his strength, I can once more hear his stories.

One of them was one of a kind. He was lying sick in bed. Someone came in to take care of him. It was Francis Magalona, he said. I found it bizarre that Papa dreamed of Francis M (of all people) until I heard the news that he was diagnosed with Leukemia. I believe that somewhere in the oblivion, they bumped in to each other. Papa narrates then that Francis even helped him clean up his mess.

Papa joined our Creator last September 2008. Francis brought tears to the country this March. In my prayers, I would talk to Papa and tell him, "Papa, magkasama na ba kayo diyan ni Kiko? Pakisabi naman po 'Salamat.' Mula sa mga nagmamahal sa kanya."

So I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Francis M - even in the midst of oblivion, he is still a one-of-a-kind Filipino, full of compassion for his countrymen. To dear Francis Magalona, for being an inspiration to all Filipinos, I salute to you and your Pinoy art. Astig maging Pinoy.

Good job, Kiko. Well done.