The memory

I was trying not to cry. Because I know that death is inevitable. And I know that it's one of the amazing things - death. You've got to meet your Master and your Creator.

I always hold back tears as I am "iyakin". I tried not to shred tears not until I saw my mom's crying at the mass. I also held back tears at the cemetery not until I heard them crying. When I come to think of Tito Art and I'm alone, my face automatically becomes sad and my eyes quench tears. It's because when I remember him, I always see his smiling face. I can't remember an instance where he's not smiling nor laughing.

The memory, it's the thing that makes us sad.

May you rest in peace Tito Art. I'll never forget you. Thank you for everything. I know you're now happy there in heaven.

P.S. Sorry as I am slowmo as always. It'll take days or, worst, weeks before I totally absorbed what was happened.