Sunday, January 18, 2015
Friday, December 26, 2014
And I remembered. I shouldn't have forgotten, really, but grief has a way of blurring everything else. I remembered that there are still people who love me -- who have loved me totally, unconditionally, without fail. And I remembered that every moment with them is precious and must not be wasted.
Perhaps, as Van Gogh said in his deathbed, the sadness will never go away. And perhaps there will be no end to the hauntings, and the cloud will go away only to come back at a later time to hear me say, "Hello, darkness, my old friend." And perhaps this will be my life.
But for the rest of today, and for as much as I can and for as long as I am made to remember, I will treasure the people who have never left.
Ma, Pa, Lan, Merry Christmas. I love you.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
I promised you I would never leave you. And I will keep that promise no matter what. But here's an idea: what if we run away together? If only we could! Let's bring Mamu and Papu and Auntie Lan. Let's begin again in a place where no one knows us. Let's live in a place with fountains and trains and planes and cranes. No demons or ghosts. A clean slate. A new road. What do you think, Bads?