Missing Brother

Last Thursday, he left.He left nothing, not even a word, not even a goodbye. Although knowing where he will go and what might happen and what to expect when he came back, still, sadness took place. I still would want to spend the craziest things with him. The random flushes of weirdness, and the late night strolls. The talks, the laughters, the sudden 'asaran' and the sharing of random ideas and thoughts. It will took a very long  while before doing all of that again.

Those times when we will go to Olongapo to watch gigs and concerts. He never missed Iyeng's recognition ceremony. He will always be available when we will say "let's go to Gapo" then we'll come home in the middle of the night even though we're not sure if we'll still have a ride home. His constant check on my tempo when I'm on my drums practice.He's always at my side.

He will always be missed.

I'm glad about his decision. I've prepared myself of not seeing him every single day and the fact that he will not be at my side anymore. I've accepted that. I've accepted that he will not be with me in every 'gala' and in every fun moments we'll create. I know it's the fruits of his faith. I'm happy he's growing and I'm looking forward for his stories same as mine when I'm in there.


Soon, he'll experience something bigger and grander. I'm looking forward of seeing him as a more matured man. I love him. He will always be our Bunso Sakto, eventhough he'd outgrown me.

Though I will surely miss our randomness.