Melancholic- that’s how I describe what my family is experiencing now after we lost our father.

After fixing my workload here in Paranaque, I rode a bus going to Sagada not just to see my fami. Good thing, my future sister-in-law Joms was there at the bus station, She assisted me because I was growing fever that time and cannot walk properly because of a series of gout attacks.

My spirit was low realizing the person I call “Daddy” every time I am sick is no longer with us. Not everyone was aware my father passed away despite our Facebook posts and phone calls; some say they did not know he was sick.

Weeks before he passed away, my father’s relatives came over to visit him. I learned about this when I saw his medicine kit with a photo of my soldier cousin and wondered what that photo was doing there.

A week before his death, I went home to see him in hopes of convincing him to go to the hospital. Contrary to our earlier phone conversation, he declined my request.

When I got home, I had to gain some strength to face the truth- the person that gave life to me is now lifeless. Thanks to our relatives and friends who came over to share the burden with us.

For those who have questions about my father's identity, yes he is related to the Aligos in Bauko. He was a native of Bagnen. My father was the son of former Bauko mayor Alipio Aligo. His mother was Tagayan Laguipen, also from Bagnen.

My father now rests beside Uncle Cyril Lizardo at the Anglican cemetery in Poblacion, Sagada.

FAMILY TREE. My brothers wanted to use my nickname "Kililit" and official Igorot name "Leon", but I asked them to use my English name instead.



SONGS AND CHANTS. In between songs, the elders come to offer their native chants called "bayao". The Brotherhood of Saint Andrew (BSA) groups of Sagada and Bagnen came over to offer their prayers.













LAST DAY. As part of our tradition, the widowed one should wear black. My mom, Lourdes Lizardo- Aligo, sits beside Bal-aken and Manang Beverly. We agreed to wear white (our white shirts were provided by an aunt.




BURIAL MASS. Since my dad can be considered an "am-ama"because he had one of his children wed, his burial mass was set after lunch at 1PM.












GOODBYE. This must be the most "painful" photo for me.You know why.