(Random incoherent thoughts)
I haven’t blogged in a long time, despite this constant longing to share my thoughts on everything that has been happening in the past few years. I used to see this blog as my personal journal, a place where I can speak of things that might be of interest to my sons when they’re old enough to see the world with grown-up eyes.
But life got in the way.
I remember looking at you through the nursery window, overjoyed yet afraid of the overwhelming task of raising another boy in this ever-crazy world. I wondered how I’d want you to be both similar and different to your Kuya Mikku—and you gladly turned out that way.
I’ve basically neglected this blog for the past few years, but if you’ve been here a few times you would have noticed that the theme and functionality actually evolves, but not much for the content. So I’ll just share a thing or two and see what happens.
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you’re here
Brighten my northern sky.
That’s your song in our wedding, but that’s how I felt this same date back in 2007 when we bacame together, just as it was when I was crying as I looked at you march towards me in 2012. Everyday spent with you is special, no matter how crazy it can be. We’ve been through countless ups and downs, but I know we’d endure it all as long as we’re together. You never fail to brighten my northern sky.
Thank you for everything Pangga Hana. I love you.
Happy anniversary.
Today would’ve been your 66th birthday, Mommy. It would’ve been nice to talk to you about everything like we always do, but it’s just how things are now. An unexpected (cheesy!) song suddenly popped into my head while I fondly reminisced memories of you this afternoon, like magic.
I always thought you were the best
I guess I always will
I always thought that we were blessed
And I feel that way still
Sometimes we took the hard road
But we always saw it through
It’s not even one of the songs you’d ever hear me (or daddy) play on the guitar. But there it is.
I miss you so much it hurts. Always will.
I love you.
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