‘Sweetest Thing’

The sweetest thing I heard today was when Pops said, “I am happy that you’re happy.”, randomly, at suppertime.

He looked me straight in the eye and smiled.

“Thank you, Papa.” Then, I was dazed to discover how my father could fathom the real feeling I have inside.

💌,

SAM

Softly Indulged ❤️

I like the notion of having a “childlike tastebud.” A person ages, but the memory of sugar melting inside his mouth does not.

So today, I am grateful for a soft pleasure – to indulge myself with a cone of ice cream from a convenient store.

Maybe life is all about small-sized indulgence. You’re biting, slowly, until you realized you’re full.

💌,

SAM

One Sunny Afternoon

I was holding a pair of crinkled hands – they were white. These exquisite bougainvilleas were pale in comparison to the beauty that these hands witnessed for almost a decade.

“Why are you holding me all the time?”, she asked.

“‘Cause I don’t want to let you fall, Gran.” I answered.

💌,

SAM

Grieve

“How long am I gonna be stuck here, excuse me?”

Sweet? No, bittersweet. I had never seen this coming. Never.

So this is grief. You can’t, really, tell: all you have are bizarre pictures lurking past you…sometimes back and forth.

They would say, “It’s okay.” But, honestly, it’s not okay. It’s not okay not to be okay.

You were thinking of alternatives. Sadly, you had no Plan B.

Grieve. Just grieve.

💌,

SAM