My Rainbow's End...

Of all the things, i love the most... 

YOU are my favorite as i was yours. 

How i miss the way you were there to see me blow my candles and the way you smiled when you saw me stuff myself with cake and ice cream.

How i miss all those times you said good night before you closed my bedroom door.

How i miss all those times you'd tell me stories of war while we watched the stars glisten like diamonds in the sky.

How i miss how we laughed at all those corny jokes you made about the people we watched pass by the sidewalk.

How i miss your angry voice telling me i should go to sleep instead of watching movies all night.

How i miss the cuddles you gave me whenever i cried myself to sleep.

How i miss those kites we flew during summer and the paper boats we sailed during rainy days.

I miss the way you secretly tucked my jacket in my bag in case it rained later in the day.

I miss all the little things you used to do, all the little things you used to say and all the places we used to go... just you and me... just the two of us.

 Most of all... i miss you, LOLO. Every bit, every part.

On this day, i shall drown myself with memories of us.

 It's raining, naturally. And we both know why.

 Happy Birthday.

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aN ode to a happy thoughT..

it's been 7 months since my grampa died.. it's the first time i experienced death from the closest kin since i was 4years old. i must say, handling grief is never easy.
My grandfather was the closest resemblance i had of a father. he was a retired army soldier of WW1.
we had been together since i was 9 when my parents got separated and i had been living with my mom in my grandfather's house. i must say i still cry whenever i remember him. he was like a bestfriend to me. like a happy thought. he did promise to hold on to his life until he sees me graduate. unfortunately, he died on november 13, 2009 (friday the 13th).. my graduation was MARCH2010..
i wanted to give him my diploma when i got to that stage.. to see him smile at me and hear him say he's proud of me..
but, death is inevitable and unpredictable. When i got home from that field trip with my college classmates, i took a peep and saw him sleep like a baby. i then slept inside my room that was beside my granpa's room. i was awakened with my tito's screaming that my lolo stopped breathing.. at that moment, i couldn't move. i was sleeping in the room next to my dead grandfather's room and that wasn't the horrific part. the part where i saw him motionless in his bed was when i froze. everyone else was busy reviving him but i just stood there...

but now, i have in my room my diploma...
somehow, it's a bitter-sweet victory for me...