Palm Sunday

Today, for Christians like me, is Palm Sunday, which marks the start of Holy Week. I remember when I was young I would go to church on this day, stand outside and wave the palaspas (palm leaves) as the priest blesses us with holy water. And then when we get home we would hang our palaspas at our front door until the succeeding year’s Palm Sunday.

Today, for the fourth Sunday in a row, I stood in front of the TV to celebrate mass. I still find it surreal, not being able to go to church. But my eyes would still randomly tear up when I realize that we may all be far apart from each other physically, but we are all together in spirit and in faith.