"Hindi ko kayang mawala sa piling niya," He would tell me the last time we had a one-on-one drinking session at the Casa.
A week later, he would go down as one of those injured in a tragic accident that had taken the lives of seven unfortunate souls. Two of them were seated beside him at the back of the bus. With luck on his side, he was able to recover after undergoing a difficult and painful head surgery.
His lover would never leave his side. In his days of drifting (he didn't even know that I was there a day after he was transferred from the ICU), the only person who could make my friend remember was him.
The person he confessed he loved more than anyone else.
Mono no aware - is a Japanese term for the awareness of impermanence, or transience of things, and both a transient gentle sadness (or wistfulness) at their passing as well as a longer, deeper gentle sadness about this state being the reality of life.
Mono no aware - is a Japanese term for the awareness of impermanence, or transience of things, and both a transient gentle sadness (or wistfulness) at their passing as well as a longer, deeper gentle sadness about this state being the reality of life.
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We hold on to moments, because in the end, only memory remains, the only evidence left when all's lost in the passing of time.
May he recover full.
ouch. i hope he fully recovers.
tsk tsk tsk.
he's lucky to have someone beside him in moments like that one.
A twist of fate. I know the driver of the bus, being a former neighbor of my parents up North, and the irony of it is that I am set to represent the family of one of the fatalities to claim against the bus company. I read the police report in full and all I can ask is why these kinds of senseless deaths still happen on the road. - Jake.
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