all this evening needs is rain falling.

Looking at the days inching closer to the 23rd makes the months that have went past more real; enough to put the nearly 12 months of those days to make a year, when time a few months ago never seemed to move. I know that everything that has been is real, I was never a fool to deny that part except that I knew there was one thing that I could deny for the most part, my emotions about it all.

I knew that you wouldn't be around forever, but with that same breath it would be so great to have a little more time to spend with you. There is nothing that I would have wanted more tonight, as a prelude to the anniversary of your passing.

And then it begins to rain outside, and I can't help but rain also. (with the almost dry heat of the day I didn't think there wouldn't be any chance of the heavens breaking down in tears.)

Yes, perhaps I shouldn't deny myself anymore. I can hear you say now, that we will get over this in time. I have to start working again on the things that I know I should have done more. And I hear you again saying that everything gets better with practice.

I'll be there in a week, Pa, with Mama saka si Topsy, then kumpleto na naman kita.

this is from one of those books that we dog eared with reading, Journey to Ixtlan.

The Definitive Journey

… and I will leave. But the birds will stay, singing:
and my garden will stay, with its green tree,
with its water well.
    Many afternoons the skies will be blue and placid,
and the bells in the belfry will chime,
as they are chiming this very afternoon.
   The people who have loved me will pass away,
and the town will burst anew every year.
But my spirit will always wander nostalgic
in the same recondite corner of my flowery garden.

(by Juan Ramón Jiménez, translated by Carlos Castaneda)

Miss you, Pa