So much has happened in the past few months. Life sped by pretty much like a runaway trailer on an open freeway. Everything's a blur, a lot of stops were missed, and most likely a few cogs have become lose.
I need to step on the brakes, even if they might not be working.
Tito's passing fell right smack in the middle of everything. At the heat of my supposed self-diagnosed quarterlife crisis, he had to go - and quite frankly I still don't believe it. I find myself typing his name on Google, looking at the many links to the many websites and entertainment columns that wrote about his passing, sometimes courageous enough to read the first few lines of the articles, just to tell myself that this is it. He really has gone, but there's still so much I wanted to share.
It happened so quickly, and much like a little boy driving a speeding car, I missed the detour sign. I still don't quite get it, I know I have to take that detour, but I can't seem to steer the wheel and take the turn.
Right now I'm in my office desk, seriously trying to summon all the focus I can muster out of my system and do my tasks, but I can't seem to hit the brakes. A day from now, we'll be hearing mass for Tito's 40th day of passing. And as the Filipino belief goes, it will be the day his soul will finally leave the earth and move on.
I hope I'm ready.
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