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Felt His Presence
(Written the day my friend was buried)
The ride to the south is pleasant; a solo voyage…
the golden sun on the rise with a panoramic album
of my life lay across the blue sky—the wind is
freedom upon my face.
The radio is playing familiar songs but fade away
by the sounds of Children’s laughter in my head;
I remember my best friends I once had, a bond
missed, a bond gone!
I continue to drive south bound 99; highway of
dilated memories, it’s a beautiful day, today is my
birthday, a good day to die! I will tell you why?
This morning began with procrastination, once on
the road, the mood was eerie, and the sunlight was
breaking through the other side of reality.
I felt empty, something was missing, at that very
moment I looked up at the clouds, tears began to
shed. I didn’t know then, that very morning a great
friend and father of dear friend was being buried.
The emptiness I felt, was Joaquin’s soul leaving this
earth. Joaquin was an honorable man, who shared his
wisdom with me as if I was his son. I truly miss him!
He was a psychologist who knew my moods and their
association. I had the privilege to work for him on a
home project he had. Honestly, he was one of those
persons in my life, although a few years, which I
looked up with the utmost respect; a father figure type.
The rest of the weekend was mellow…I actually began
writing this piece on that weekend July 20, 2012…and
finished today June 20, 2013. I was mourning!
Joaquin see you soon!!
