A note from the afterlife
We were having merienda at Mary Grace in Serendra, where handwritten notes from the diners are enshrined under the glass tabletops. While waiting for my coffee, I noticed the handwriting on the stationery in front of me. “Very Assumptionista,” I pointed out to Carlo. “Yes, they have a very distinct T,” he agreed. Then I saw the signature on the note: Direk Khryss Adalia. The note was dated 2007, the year before Khryss died. I knew Khryss a little: he was a lovely person, and his friends miss him every day.
Recently I was futzing with Jeffrey’s phone when I noticed that Khryss’s name was still in the directory; he hadn’t erased it. When friends die I don’t delete their names from my phonebook or email address book, either. I just don’t believe they’re dead.
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February 15th, 2010 at 08:02
The same as I don’t delete their names on my social networking site where we both belong and I even get to view them sometimes. AND start to miss them all over again.