You used to laugh at the way I hold on to your hands when we cross streets,
Complain that we hold your hand too tight... Like we think you'd get lost somehow..
For the past 365 days that you'd been gone I keep thinking that, maybe,
We didn't hold on you tightly enough... Or we did, but you still let go...
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
life, minus one
It has been a while since I last posted a blog entry. To my readers who personally know me, you know what's behind the gap. To those who don't, let me just say I had been (and still am) in a difficult time of my life. Death has once again caught me unprepared, turned my life upside down, and this time took someone really important from my life. I struggled and I am still struggling to accept the finality of things. But life must continue, and though I am not a believer of "putting it all behind" like some insensitive people insist we do (as if I only lost something replaceable and unimportant), I also know that I have to live the remainder of my life the best I can for the sake of people who are still with me. With fond, bittersweet memories always in my heart where ever I go, I will stand up and walk the rest of the road, as brave as I can, up to the finish line. In the end, he will be waiting, and he is going to be proud of me.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
07.12.12
Not that he goes — we love him more
Who led us while he stayed.
Beyond earth's trafficking frontier,
For what he moved, he made.