Wish you a very happy birthday, Papa! May your spirit always be joyful, charismatic, and kind. Just like you were. 73 sounds so old. In a way I am glad my memory of you froze while you were still 64. To see my man in old age would have been hard for me.
How selfish is this human soul? Even after losing him, I am more worried about my discomfort if he had lived to be 73. If he had lived to be 73, he would have heard his grand daughter sing a birthday song for him. We just assumed Nanu was around and we sung for him.
This morning after getting Tara’s breakfast ready I stole a few moments from my usually chaotic morning to drink the day’s first coffee on the deck. I enjoyed the sunrise and the first warm rays of the sun that hit the deck. Soon the light filled the sky. And suddenly my world lost its color.
The birds kept on singing
Even the breeze brushed my cheeks
But the world suddenly lost its color
Or has it been this way since a few weeks?
As the light filtered through the leaves
The contrast blinded my sight
As if the sun was showing me its core
Proving to me its might
Sometimes this light can help you
To illuminate the darkest corners of your soul
And sometimes it can burn you
Consuming you as a whole
I am but a work in progress
I claim no glory nor defeat
The sun has made its presence felt
I must not surrender to this heat
I will live to see the color return
Of this I am quite sure
There will be another coffee on the deck
And the sky will be azure