time flies so fast, even for the wounded.
it is nearing two months now.
i know you are gone but i still think you are just around,
taking your siesta, doing your daily crossword puzzles,
watching the most strange of tv shows on cable.
hearing sunday mass still ends up with tears welling in my eyes.
the communal Our father and the sharing of peace is by far the hardest.
the holding of hands in praise and the blessing of the elders for peace.
it just breaks my heart.
we try to trudge on. but you always are with us.
with no warning, my mind would throw in flashes of you.
the ICU hours, your grumpy look, your sincere “thank you day” when you have your pasalubong,
you blowing the cake for whoever’s birthday we were celebrating,
your cajoling us to have your solo taken and so much more.
time has a way of dulling the pain, they say.
the emptiness your leaving has created,
the hunger to banter with you and your sense of humor,
the desire to hear you talk about anything and everything
the need to hear your approval and pride for our little triumphs
but you will never be forgotten, daddy.
my take 