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Silence


            MY first day in the office after a weeklong absence. Nothing much has changed, except, of course, nobody will text "take care" and "come home early" tonight. The man of my life was buried yesterday, on my 22nd birthday.
             The feeling is vague -- a mesh of peace and void that leaves you hopeful yet sad. Hopeful because I know that God is sovereign and will once again fill my heart with love and life. Lonely because no matter how much faith you have in that hope, it still doesn't suffice the loss.
             He was the only man in my life. My favorite guy. He has a way of spoiling those dearest to him even in the absence of words. He was never the expressive type -- except when he's in the pulpit and with a lot of people. In those situations, he is always the life of the party. He loves it when people listen. However, when left with the family, he shuts up like a clam allowing his eyes and his stance to communicate for him. In those quiet intervals, I discovered I was also his favorite.
             Even though my sister would contest that, I know with ineffable certainty that he loved me more than the rest. It's funny how he thought me oblivious to his discreet yet stubborn defense whenever my mom and I have fights. He really believed I didn't notice the "maximum tolerance" his diabetes would allow, whenever my attitude bargains for patience, to my sibling's envy. When he came home from Nicaragua, he gave me a necklace with a yellow Texas Rose laminated on the pendant. I didn't tell him I lost it. He attended every PTA meeting on my grade and high school years, and was actively involved. He always kept my schedule of classes in his Bible and organizer. He gave me the first Bible I ever read; it was the Student Bible I still am reading. Then he gave me books on different religions and cultures. He was with me as I took the UPCAT, and he was the one to receive my acceptance letter and the scholarship grant. He endured all my arrogant blabber: whom I met, how big my professor was, how great my classmates were, how wonderful UP was.


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