I woke up today to the news of my friend's father's death.


Ali texted all of us at 9:17am; "Gandas! My dad died yesterday at around 8:30 am. His wake is at sanctuario, at the corner of q. ave and araneta ave room 302, if ever you want to visit us we will be here till sat... I think. Please pray for my dad. Thank you."


The first thing that came to my mind was, "hindi ko manlang alam na may sakit si Tito Jun."


2008 is starting out to be a real bitch, isn't it? There have already been quite a number of deaths and it's not even half-way through the month.


death of loved ones...
death of relationships...
death of friendships...


And what really puts the icing on top of this pain cake is that these deaths are all taking us by surprise.


I can only imagine what Ali must've felt. Hearing someone say that her dad had passed away. My worst death scenario is that I'll be coming home from the office, all tired and just anxious to just eat, watch TV and fall off to sleep, when someone would meet me by the door and tell me horrible news. It doesn't have to be about death necessarily, but it could be about an accident, or an unwanted guest in the house, or an unwanted phone call. Like when I found out that the boy crashed my car. I remember my sister's first words... "Wag ka magagalit, kasi kawawa naman."


Man!!! Thanks ha... A little heads up would've been nice.


The most painful I guess would be hearing someone say, "something happened to______." or "something happened to us." It's one of those situations where you would just sit stunned for like a day thinking, "Huh? What?? How did that happen?"


I mean, where was I when this was all happening? Where was I when you were falling out of love for me? What happened in the last few weeks when we were just together and we spent a lovely night? Was I just too wrapped in my fantasy world that I had just imagined that we were happy?


Again, these types of news can just rip our hearts apart and leave us with too many questions... I bet Ali is sitting in the room where they are holding their father's remains thinking, "why?? Why now?? Why did this have to happen?? What will happen to us after this??"


As for me, I am bothered by similar questions... Why?? Why did this happen?? What will happen to me now?? To us? If there is still an us... Why did you fall out of love?? What did I do?? And what could I have done??


I am not angry. I am just saddened with everything that's been happening.


I am not going to work today. I'm going to pick up Florence in her condo near Miriam, have dinner at Flaming Wings and go to Ali's dad's wake. I am going to call in sick. And when they ask for the reason of my absence, can I say, "broken heart"?


Hehehehehehe!