Time, they say, is a tricky thing.
It’s too fast for someone running late, too slow for someone waiting.
Time is too short for those who are happy, too long for those who are grieving.
It’s an ally for the victorious, a villain to the ones suffering defeat.
It sashays when you look forward, but dashes when you look back.
Time promises the young and betrays the old.
But time can be everything you want and even more if you spend it on things that matter and on people you truly love.
Spend time wisely.
Because time is a tricky thing. You think you have it but you don’t.
For you my dear friend.
You’re in pain.
The relationship which you hoped and wished to last forever just ended. You’re devasted and the pain in your heart is making its way all through out your body- invading your entire system like a traitor. You ache deeply. Emotionally and physically.
You felt like you’ve cried your heart and the rest of your internal organs out but still more sneaky tears are finding their way out your already swollen eyes.
You start thinking this can’t go on forever. You fake the most painful smile ever and you try to regain control of your self. You try. Sometimes you succeed but too often you lose the struggle of getting your life back to normal.
You realize you’re not still dead after all the agony you went through. You look at yourself in the mirror and you sigh a sigh of relief. Your smile is less painful and the world has regained color.
You’re moving on.
Slowly. Taking one careful step over the other you brave through every single day. You learned a new hobby. You found a new favorite song. You’re laughing again. You have forgiven yourself.
But no longer lonely. You spend time with yourself and enjoy evey minute of it. You thought of how you’ve missed on the beauty of alone time. Alone time is wonderful.
To fall in love again.
It has been a very long while since my last post and I can not say that this is my comeback, but for today I will write.
I will write about this strong woman who braved through life carrying the responsibilities of being a mother to quite a handful family and a provider to four children who have way too different antics and too many shenanigans.
I will write about a disciplinarian often viewed as a villain in the eyes of her very own kids too eager to grow up, who wanted to do pretty much everything, thinking they already know what they’re really doing in life.
I am writing about you Ma.
I can not imagine how you managed to survive through all those years providing each and every single thing we need. It may not be as grand as other people would think but it was enough to raise us and to get us where we are now.
Yes, Papa was there for you. Despite ugly arguments and squabbles you two made it work. And together you made a slow dance out of the tumultous challenges that life has thrown your way.
Ma, all I really want to say is you did a great job. Your strength, bravery and a great dose of strict discipline formed a map for us, to guide us in our turn to figure out life for what it really is.
Thank you, Ma.
“The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.”
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
True! And that is the very reason why I love the beach – my querencia.
Life should be a “beach”. A forever summer. Forever great!
I know this post is kinda late but as you have always told me, “Better late than later” right?
You’re the funniest guy I have known. It’s quite amazing how you can make a crowd burst into laughter with your smooth and one-of-a-kind humor. They say that was one of the reasons why you were once branded as chickboy aside from your good looks, of course. 😉 Mwah!
You’re the most loving guy I have known. I think it took great courage and even a greater deal of patience to constantly fight for and fight with the love of your life. I know how you continuously vouched your love for her. You never let anyone nor anything get in the way. You always put her first. Her happiness is your happiness. You said you’d fight for her even if it’s her you have to fight with.
You’re the most amazing guy I have known. A superhero, almost.
You’re the best guy…and I love you so much Pa.
“You have my whole heart. You always did. You’re the best guy. You always were.”
― Cormac McCarthy
Me: How old are you?
Marco (proudly answers): I am 2, 3, 4!
Well, you can never be too sure, eh? 🙂
I remember, you were so round and snobbish. Hehe. You don’t even want to come to me. But, one day (unfortunately for you) you had no choice but to be left with me because you’re Mama and Papa needed to go somewhere. Let’s just say, it wasn’t easy but we became friends. 🙂
Since most of the time I am away, I have to watched you grow from afar. And I saw that round snobbish creature turn into a very happy, sweet and adorable kid.
See you soon birthday boy!:)
August 28, 2009
It’s Monday. And it’s you birthday.
Growing up, my Monday morning was always filled with excitement with you trying to get us ready for school. You’d check on us one by one, making sure we proceeded with our morning routines in schedule while you prepare breakfast because you’d never let us go with an empty stomach. It’s funny when I imagine you trying to get uncontrollable kids in order. But you did it. And you did it every single day. We grew with you always by our side. Relentless. Never ceasing.
As a person, you weren’t perfect. You never tried to appear perfect and I am not about to ruin that. You have done things you were not so proud of. Your friends would tell us your “adventures” back when you were younger and I admit there were things that were kinda off. Hehe. Again, as a person you were not perfect but as a father, you were.
I can’t forget that time when we were just silently sitting beside each other when you suddenly expressed your frustration of not having the ability to provide the best things for us. Knowing how you always wanted to pamper us, I understood it was difficult for you. But what you forgot was, you may not have given us the luxury that you wanted for us to have, but you have given us the greatest gift ever – yourself. And that was more than enough.
Up to your last days, you thought of us. Even when your health was greatly challenged, you hanged on. You wanted to know that we are all OK before you leave. And you did just that.
They said you were a great man, I say you are. Always.
Happy Birthday Papa…