40 Days
It’s been 40 days since I last saw you. Almost two months since we greeted you a happy birthday. Way before that were the office phone calls, funny punchlines, silly songs, Jpop dances, Japanese girls and anime discussions while we sat a seat apart.
Never thought going back to your lola’s house last Saturday would bring back lots of happy and sad memories.
We’re good, as you can see. Still working our asses off. And still missing you.
Only a few were there, I know you understand. But those who weren’t there physically were praying for you, dude.
We know you’re happy there. Pa-tumbling-tumbling ka na lang dyan siguro. Nagbabantay sa pamilya mo, lalo na sa mommy mo, she told us some stories of your "visits."
Some of us have had that opportunities of seeing you in their dreams. Teka, ako hindi mo pa dinadalaw sa panaginip ko. Hehe! Okay kung mapapanaginipan kita at makapag-usap tayo. Wag ka lang mananakot, ha?
But really, I want to thank you for the little miracles and tinges of inspiration (I have a feeling you had something to do with the cellphone thing). Sorry for always calling on you. I must’ve been taking much of your time. But you got lots now, I know. Ayoko lang mang-abuso.
Pero last na, just like what Fluxx said, put a good word for me in Heaven, too. I might be needing that. But I’ll start trying to be a better person, dude.
Till then, see you somewhere, sometime.
