Dear ZJ,
Thank you for your kind words and for always being there.
Somehow, the fact that I dreamt of dad on the eve of his death held a kind of relief/comfort/sadness combined. You know me, I'll always be "spooky central" so it's not strange to dream these dreams. Anyway, he's in a better place now. My boss asked me early this week: "Hapoton taka ngaya Sam. Ano ngunyan na mayo na si dad mo?" I replied "Pareho man lang po coz pirmi man sya absent dawa kadtong buhay pa sya...". She had to agree.
It's still the same. Work as usual. The monotony of work, raket, internet, blogging, tutorials, housework, YM, movies and cable tv is always welcome. Most days I'm so tired beyond caring. Even doing stuff way off my usual turf can be solace. Commuting to bulod places without any canteen/cafeteria, standing by the highway under intense heat or pouring rain, waiting for people who are actually absent, paghalat sa mini bus na haloyon mag-abot, etc. - adventures, so to speak.
There are smiley moments too. Spent time with my sibs, family friends, even high school batchmates and those who were there during that week of bereavement. Strangely, special people are turning up or returning within my circle. I remain healthy. Reasons enough to be grateful. Just like life and death, things are relatively steady in my life now.
No complications. It's better this way, I guess.
Always,
Sam
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