for DWS #7

Dearest Dave, 

I remember the last few conversations we had. The one when we talked about "storms" in life popped. We agreed they only make people stronger and wiser. 

I remember that when I was so disappointed not to be able to graduate from my MA this year, you told me I should never stop going forward. That as long as I am doing even the littlest of the things I needed to complete that, I can still achieve it, and that time will go fast. 

Thanks for that. I always hang on that advice whenever I feel the need to rush on things. 

Huh. Bogoshipo. 

for DWS #6

Beautiful sunsets add charm to every end of the days. Beautiful souls sprinkle magic to common days, transforming them into most wonderful ones. The sad thing is, beautiful sunsets are here to stay but beautiful souls only got one chance... Despite all that, I know I am lucky you've crossed my path.

For DWS #5

Even the simplest of things remind you of special people. Because forever may not exist, go ahead and do what your heart desires. Make that someone happy, give reasons to smile, and pour as much love deserved. If all else fails, you won't have regrets. Grieve, bleed, and cry, but remember that tomorrow carries another chance.

For DWS #4

Dave, 

It has been three weeks and the pain is just as intense as the previous weeks. I can't keep you off my mind from yesterday. I remember those smiles. I miss the conversations. I miss you.

“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
― Rose Kennedy

For DWS #3

Dave, 

Had a late aftie stroll after a long day visiting churches for Holy Thursday. The river esplanade was almost empty, but the sunset was specially spectacular. I trod to the rear end of the boardwalk just as the beautiful sun completely hid unto the horizon. That was close, I told myself. How I wish I can run to where the sun actually lays to cap the day. And so I thought of you. 

Nan bogoshipo. Jungmal.