The power of pictures, words and emotions.
Every person has their own story to tell.
Today is considered one of those days I reflect about life.
My former co-Supervisor passed away last Friday. Until his very last breath, I still consider him my mentor, my kuya and my friend. Although the news gave an initial reaction of sadness, it was quickly overshadowed by happiness. Call me cruel; but truth be told, it is only right for me to say that my memories of him mostly entails joy and optimism.
I wouldn't want to remember his passing, but instead revel on his living --- passé as it seems. Ironic... I want to cry at this moment in time but frankly, there are no tears to hold back. In my heart, I know he is in his utmost happy place, reunited to the One he has clinged to since his ordeal began. To say that my faith is stronger than his is a lie.
He is one of the most faithful people I know. And will ever know.
I have to outpour these emotions in order to share how great a man he is. Again, he is one of those few people who believed in me. He was an instrument of his Father, so to say, in motivating me to be what I've always been --- an artist. That was one of his purposes in my life --- not only in my life, but in the lives of every artist and designer that called him "Sup".
The only thing I'm regretful is the fact that I haven't got the chance to bid my formal "goodbye" in his last days. I usually say to myself, "no regrets". Now I can't even say it aloud. Ahhh.. human nature.
Then again, I don't want to be overshadowed by guilt. It has dawned on me that maybe a goodbye isn't necessary at all; because I know in my heart, our souls will cross paths. I may not know when... but I know we will.