It’s 11pm. I fly out to my hometown at 420am tomorrow. But my grad school classmate is picking me up at around 2am (hope he makes it on time).
It’s sad. We’re flying home to pay our respects to my guy’s dad who was killed yesterday. :’(
I still can’t believe he’s gone. It’s all so surreal. We had a road trip planned on Wednesday, April 4. And I was to join their family summer trip on the 17th. Every thing was planned out, we had tickets for the Cirque and all our other activities… and just like that, he’s gone.
Two days before he was murdered, my guy suggested his dad be my reference for an important interview am having soon. So my guy asked his dad if he was willing. And he said, yes. While I was on the phone with my guy. He told me his dad was teasing/laughing at me coz I made a minor boo-boo with my memory. I forgot the date of the Cirque show tickets we had. And his dad always thought I had a super unfailing memory;
And right before he was shot, my guy said he and his dad were packing for our road trip. And he showed his dad how to use the dry bag he got for his dad from a recent trip abroad. He also told his dad I was going to get our refreshments for the trip. His dad had some special requests on what to get— C2, the aloe vera drink we love…
The last meal I had with him was on my birthday. We had late lunch/merienda at a restaurant he enjoyed in Boracay that opened a branch recently in the metro. And then we went for window shopping at sports shops…
He and my guy were to run the 10k stretch on April 22 for Nat Geo’s Earth Day. I registered them both…
There are a lot of memories I have about him. Have. Because I will cherish these memories, the short span of time I have had with him.
And its times like these that I am grateful for my family. Because my brother and his wife were there for my guy— they attended the burial even if I didn’t ask them to. Even if I said never mind. And for my dad, who sent an sms to my guy, giving words of encouragement and strength; and my mom, for being ever supportive. I know my other brother (the one I share the house in the metro with) also supports me fully. He is just a man of few words. And my sister and her family, too.
Anyhow, please pray for my guy’s dad. For his family, that they be able to move forward and continue their dad’s legacy.