Him

Our cousins and the two of us, once kids, waiting for him and the gifts.
Later on, the cousins' children waiting for Santa - him.
His speeches on the 24th,
the bell he used to ring at midnight,
his hugs and good wishes.


His presence... Oh, his presence...


We are blessed, I know, but still, it is so painful -
It's only natural, I know that too - afterall, it's been only four months since he's gone.


It will be the first 24th without him.
Without the comfort of knowing he was there, a rock,
whenever -
and so were the wise pieces of advice...


I feel so lost sometimes.
Thankful too, but lost.
Sometimes.