I never realized the impact of hearing a song that my brother (Rene) and I created in 1977 – until today.
I woke up early to pack my bags, books and stuff… and make my move from this two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment since only one day remained on the lease. I was quite content to move to much smaller quarters cause I reckon a smaller place tends to make one just a little bit less lonelier. (And truthfully, I had never set foot nor seen the other bathroom and the other bedroom.)
Then a sudden realization: this is the first time that I was packing my clothes and coffee mug and meds. Usually, Pam would do it or the kids. Or a combination of the two.
We’ve lived abroad quite a number of times… but the feeling that enveloped me this morning was rather alien. A feeling of “alone-ness”. Maybe. because… all our excursions abroad in the past had EVERYONE in my family present – Anj, Pao, Isa and Pam all accounted for.
Maybe the “alone-ness” came from the residual grief that I shared with most Filipinos because of the untimely death of Secretary Robredo.
Tried to shake it off by listening to songs in my iPad.
First song when I pressed “play” was… Manila.
And so this blog came to be.