In the middle of the hurricane, where she see things clearly.
Written on 25th of July 2009, via my old journal which still faithfully awaits for me to come back and helps me recollect memories.
“I have not been reading lately.
I know I have been complaining far too many times about this. It seems that whenever I pick up a book to read, I end up creasing the pages instead and would carelessly scan the words like visuals. I then realised I have lost the capability to read and shut the world out.
This is by far the most shameless thing that has happened to me. This and that other thing we should not mention.
The bed is my shrine. Where I will reminisce, eat and dream. Just today, I was thinking of mother and how her bed has probably been a shrine for her. Or for everyone at least. We have this inate tendency to use her bed to socialise, eat, watch nonsensical TV programmes and play with little nephew.
Maybe for her, that shrine has been more personal. It used to be the communication portal between her and father. I will always remember how she and father would lie down and watch crap TV together. Laughing, commenting and discussing daughter(s) issues.
I don’t know and I would never know how she copes with the emptiness by her side. It is almost impossible to let someone that has been a big part of your life go.
I definitely know where she stands in life.
In the middle of the hurricane, where she see things clearly.
And I can assure you she can see him there.”
