1986

I'm finally going through the, (so far) two boxes and crate of pictures and experiencing a whole pile of emotions.

There are at least 150 prints from 1986. My brother at two years old was a dark, squirmy kid. He had a yellow fleece sleeping onsie and a red snowsuit. My lolo used to pull him around on a kid-sized sled while Eric would "help" with his lil yellow shovel. 1986 was also the year my Lolo, Lola, and Tito Joe immigrated to Canada. Lola has a tiny waist, big hair and bigger glasses, but still looks just as beautiful as she does in her wedding photos. Tito Joe is tall and handsome, tall with all arms and legs. He makes the same funny faces he does for the kids now! Lolo looks the same too, always with his grandkids. (Although now it's great-grandkids!)

Of course there was big hair, big glasses, and humongous shoulder pads. My god the shoulder pads!

My cousins look like their kids. John is sitting in Tita Bebang's lap with this huge smile on his face ripping up wrapping paper on his Christmas gift. Marie has big hair and is taking good care of Eric. (Look at the Christmas pictures from this year- my hair has it's own gravitational force and I'm with the kiddies too!)

There are these people in the pictures that I don't recognize. They're holding Eric or posing in front of the tree and I have no idea who are are. Have they changed so much I can't recognize them? Or have they simply fallen out of Eric's life?

You know what the weirdest thing about this pile of photos is? Lolo Luis. He's sitting on a chair, he's playing with Eric, he's watching the cousins squabble, he's posing in front of the tree just like we still do. Makes me wonder about him, you know, if he was as cool as Lolo is. What tendancies he had, the cadances of his speech, if he piled food on his grandchildrens plates too!

Alright, next roll!