One of the pillars led the writing group for 13 years as its president. He was a poet who could compose a poem on the spot, a Bukanegan in the mold of Pedro Bucaneg. He was a congressman, governor, a veteran of World War 2. The last time we saw him alive was in February 2009. We dropped by their house by the sea when we were going to Baguio for the Panagbenga Festival. He was then wheel-chaired bound after a series of heart attacks that further deteriorated his old body. But his mind was clear as he listened to our conversation with his wife. We were in the sala of their house. The unfinished writers house was just a stone throw away. His wife asked him who their visitor's was and the blogger's name he uttered loud and clear. The blogger was touched.
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