By Jan Vicente B. Pekas
From the mountains of Luzon, to the beaches of the Visayas, and the forests of Mindanao, diversity is what is prevalent in this country. It is not only on the terrain but, expectedly, also in the traditions and culture which include the norms.
Different dialects and languages are found all over the country, yet as different as we are to each other, all Filipinos share a quality that connects each Filipino to the other.
That quality is our long-lasting attachment to our respective families. Marrying someone in this country usually means you marry his/her family. Hence, in-laws, aunts and uncles living with a married couple is common all over the Philippines. This results in the burgeoning of familial love, trust, and familiarity with each other.
And so, November 1 is here again, the day commemorated for praying and remembering of our deceased loved ones. A day centered around our family, both for the living and the dead. We visit the graves of our loved ones and place flowers beside them, we light candles for them and we reminisce about them. Yet we are not alone, as the day also brings relatives from all over the country or the world.
Our consistent dedication towards our families, whether living or dead is one of the beautiful traits shared among Filipinos. Normally other people would find this day to be a sad one, however, as Filipinos get happier when they are with other family members, this day becomes somewhat a reunion with relatives living far away and, in a sense, with relatives beneath the ground. Everybody laughs and celebrates, the atmosphere becomes cheery and smiles and laughter are shared all over, thanks to Facebook.
Stories of the deceased are naturally brought up and passed around. Stories of their achievements and good deeds. But Filipinos are very talkative, added with the influence of alcohol, the stories will come out like a never-ending wave. The stories of their good deeds and achievements suddenly turn into funny or even obscene tales. Nevertheless, these stories enable the children to somewhat get to know or get closer to their deceased forebears.
Our long-lasting attachment to our family is a trait that must not be lost among Filipinos. No matter how conservative or old school it might sound, it is part of our identity. And no matter how many changes time will bring in our country and our people, only a country that holds onto its identity can call itself a country of good people.**
