In Memoriam. Farewell, Daddy Jimmy.

I find myself prone to bouts of depression these past few days. Out of the blue, the gloom would just settle over me and I'd be apathetic for the rest of the day. I still laugh at jokes my roommates would crack, or if something funny happens, but after that I'm back to being sullen.

Maybe it has something to do with going back to Batangas last Sunday for Ktle's father's wake. Daddy passed away last Friday, sometime before lunch. He's a good man, and Ketty and I treat him as our own father too, and so we came back to pay our last respects last Sunday. It was really hard for us--I can't imagine what it's lie for Ktle since it's her father, and they were really close. The only good thing [using good relatively, for lack of better term] is that Daddy's suffering has come to an end. He's been sick for more than a year and now he's already resting. God bless his good soul.