I have the luxury right now to soak in the quiet of life. As such, I notice little things around me. Tomorrow is my 38th
I woke up this morning with the feeling of brain fog. Since Daddy passed away 35 days ago my brain hasn’t been quite normal. I
I was reading a book by Mitch Albom the other night when a passage jumped out at me. Have you ever been reading something and
I feel like the Little Prince… cess. I traveled from my home planet of palm trees, beaches, flip-flops, and a slow pace of life, to
I learned a new word today. The word is: mung. Mung: green mossy shit that apparently grows on all moist outside walls in the Pacific
I could feel Daddy’s hands upon my shoulders as I stood at the lectern giving the eulogy this morning. It felt like two calming weights
Every morning I wake up and feel for you. The moment I can’t my heart breaks all over again. It’s real. This living nightmare is
Daddy will always be my Daddy. Of that, I’m sure. I’m also sure that I will never marry again. Once you’ve married your best friend,
Today is Friday September 16th, 2022. It has been one week since Daddy’s physical form passed away. Not long after his passing I heard him
Dear Mahal ko, I’m so angry I could cry…. again. Today I woke up just pissed off. I’m not pissed off at you. I promise.
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