We stand, they say, on the shoulders of our ancestors. Some religions go as far as advocating Ancestor Worship, but in the Philippine culture that I grew up in, it seems visiting our ancestors’ graves every All Saint’s suffices. Last 01 Nov, my brother and I realized that our ancestral gravesite is most likely the last old timer hold out—almost all have been renovated or newly built/re-built. Perhaps in time we will be “forced” to do so as well and put some enclosure on the open space that our grandfathers have chosen as their final resting place. Two days later, I was back, to visit my father and document the place. Not for the last time, I hope.