the dreaming

i’ll never see you again in the flesh, but i know i’ll see you in my dreams. and i’ve been hoping just to catch a glimpse of you in my dreams, just to see if you’re ever able to hear or listen to the things my heart wishes for.

and i did today, just for a moment. it seemed like a family dinner of sorts, and there you were, in a blue floral pajama top with a pink glove on your left hand, just looking pensive, even seeming to be just looking at what’s going on around you.

until i called for a waiter to ask for a drink. maybe for me. maybe for us.

then he started asking questions. what was this gathering for? what were we celebrating?

i did not remember what I answered, but suddenly he asked me who was it in the room who passed away? and then my look went to your direction and at the same time you slowly faded away (no, not like in The Avengers: Infinity War – please stop) and your seat at the table was empty. And right about then I slowly feel a tight embrace from behind. maybe it was the waiter trying to take me, or maybe it was you trying to protect me from anyway harmful.

when i woke, there was a smile in my lips. you knew what was in my heart.

because if there was one other place i knew where i could see you and still be alive. it was in dreams.



nearly three years.

this has been the longest stretch i’ve been away from home. away from family. away from friends. away from the land of my birth, where I lived for 36 years before going away.

in some aspects, home has changed a lot. so many new places that were not there when we left. in all other aspects, things were either the same or worse.

it’s funny how people in our nation clamor for change, but refuse to change. a whole lot still break simple rules but whine when caught and asked to pay the price for disobedience. how ignoring simple rules is okay when no one is looking. how common decency is violated because of a continued focus on self than the greater good. how easily people can blame us those who leave seeking a much more manageable way of life than just accepting what those with money and power afford to those of us who have neither.

all i really hoped to come back to after keeping up with current events (to some extent) was for people to rally behind their choice of leader. now we are almost halfway through his term and here we are, still fighting the same battles, calling for the same heads to roll for some failure of oversight and the touted coming change remains in the ‘coming’ state.

i’ll always love my nation for being born here. i’ll always love the land, and those who i love left behind here. but as much as i don’t want to lose all hope, i don’t trust the people here anymore when they can’t even peddle something free as hope, discipline and love for country.

In Memoriam

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1981 – 2018

Only a few days back, we found out you were ill. And now, you’ve left us. It’s heartbreaking, but this is the reality of life. Goodbye, my sister.

Forgive us for not having the strength to fix everything that was wrong. Forgive us for failing you, for we, as your family, should have done so many things to make things right. I’m sorry we never got that chance, but now, all the pains and the aches that this world and this life has will no longer touch you.

I don’t know what else to say. You lived your life the way you wanted it, on your own terms and for your own reasons. I can’t say I understood completely, but I hope you felt how much I respected your individuality, your uniqueness because those were the only reasons why I didn’t do anything. Live and let live. That’s how I would have wanted it for me as well, and I guess, in a way, knowing that led me to my inaction/acceptance of your reasons.

I’ll always remember two moments – the first was when we watched Moulin Rouge together at our old house, in the wee hours of the morning, on cable TV. Our TV was like, 14 inch and the image was a bit grainy (pre-HDTV cable, duh) – and we were both in tears. At that time, we didn’t really shed a tear together for what happened to our family, yet here we were, bawling our eyes out over Satine and Christian. We probably both had our hearts broken that way then and we didn’t need words to figure out that we understood each other, how it was to have loved and lost.

The second was when I lined up to have my favorite graphic novels signed by Neil Gaiman in Gateway Mall. I was a stranger to this part of Cubao, and I was in the 8th hour of lining up, and I was hungry and in dire need to go to the rest room. I didn’t want to leave my spot in the line because I knew no one would vouch for me that I was already in line. I don’t remember how I was able to reach you to help but you came there, called me crazy and stood in line for me so I can pee. You got me something to eat and you helped me get to the end, and I got what I came for, a moment I’ll never forget because this book helped me through, at that time, was my darkest days. And we celebrated afterward – dinner, conversation, you teased me about how crazy I am for this and on and on. You saved me that day.

And today I find out that you’ve been battling this illness for three years. We did not have a clue. You fought this on your own, not even your closest of friends knew. We will never know fully why, but something tells me you did it this way to save us – you chose this exact moment to tell us and this exact moment to leave us because you wanted to us to feel only a flash of pain, instead of prolonged, “we’ll suffer with you” mindset. An imitation of Christ, which was exactly what He wants us to do on a daily basis. I admire you because you did that, without hesitation. I’ve never seen anyone be as selfless become misunderstood as selfish (I’ve heard some people see it that way and I’ve told them my take, so I hope they change their minds) and still do things the way just as she sees it fit. I admire you for it, and how prepared your bereaved family was and how they took it.

I’m sorry we weren’t able to get home in time to say goodbye, but I am relieved that we got to talk twice before you went away for good. That I got to say I love you and you heard it and you acknowledged it. That I got to hear your voice. I wish I could hold you or hug you one last time, and for that I cry, and I hurt. It’s gonna hurt a while.

Good night, my sister.