a mirror in almost 3weeks… my hair needs attention; my mustache seems to be
coiling beyond acceptable boundaries and my nails look really bad, especially my toes nails… ugly. Sharp
objects are needed for all those. Home is the place to be now, the place for care,
love, rest, fun, gist and play.

have to force fun out of tense moments to keep sane. Death and its agents love to
steal simple things as smiles and laughter from us too frequently.
Anyway, my cell phone rings; It’s my awesome wife.
“Hello darl!” I answered, surprised. It’s too earlier for her to call. It’s 3am back home.
“Hi darling, Othniel’s is very sick and we are in the
hospital. Ed’s not feeling well too. He’s on several medications. It’s crazy at work…” On and on and on…
[Silence]
“Hello!”
“Hello darl, are you still there, can you hear me?”
Hello!!??” I could hear her loud and clear. The tension in her
voice cracks the wall of my fortress.
“I’m here darl.” I answered slowly, wishing I wasn’t.
“I just wanted you to know what’s going on. All’s well. We’ll
be fine…”
“Amen! We’ll be praying for you all.”
We exchange the usual I love yous and miss yous… and she’s
gone.
“God, I need something extra for today, more grace, more everything, to remain logical and focused.” I wasn’t saying these words, I was just thinking then.
This was one of those days I wished I wasn’t here but then
again, I wished home was as blissful and serene as the place my weak limbs and
tired mind will love to return to. As I prayed, I recall we’ve been on this path before, but it’s never a familiar one.
