“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”
October 4, 2010 – I changed my number, from Smart to Globe. I am tired of getting shit texts from people that I don’t know.
That day was different.
I had eerie feeling about everything. The sky was in sync with my feelings. It was a gloomy day. It was blurry. I was feeling nauseated. Indeed it was a different kind of day.
Work was smooth and I had deadlines to meet that day. It was normal at work but the weather was still gloomy. I could really sense something wasn’t right or something will happen. I was thinking a lot of things that day. My roommate was still in the Emergency Room and waiting for a type B+ and looking for a blood donor was stale. I was worried. I just lost my iTouch. I was mad. I was having tonsillitis. I was sick.
Feelings were fireworks – different colors, different angles and different flights.
When I got home, everyone was heading out, dressed and cleaned. I asked. They said wake. I asked who. They told me it was my roommate.
I went inside our room. Looked at his bed and was trying to trace his head from the dried sweat that was remnants from that morning he had seizure. I am not good with deaths and I don’t want to entertain emotions. I tried to be blank as possible. I succeed.
He was Rod. Sensitive and down to earth. Kind and hard headed. A joker and my roommate. I will surely miss our talk nights. Food trips. Glee. Imbistigador.
It took only 4 months to get to know you and it seems, now, I lost a big brother.
I know you smiled when you died because you got what you want before you let go of your last beat. Rest in peace.
