Seven months after he left...

Tonight's an odd night. For some reason I can't quite put my finger on, I feel sad.

Yesterday was a rainy day, and I remembered how much I enjoyed rain. I had sort of forgotten it for a while, but then while we lived in Arizona, where you feel like a bun in an oven most of of the year, a few drops of rain come in handy, and make you open your windows to soak in all the beauty of the wetness in the view.

Then we moved to Orlando, and here it rains every day. The "afternoon showers" are a daily thing, but once in a while they go away. And when they do, I miss them. Yesterday we had a rainy day, and I spent most of it with Santiago while Andreina went with my sister- and brother-in-law to Full Sail for a mindboggling tour of the facilities. And, as expected, their minds got boggled! They came back, and they were happy they went. I, for one, between a nap and a dirty diaper, watched Noggin with the baby and played with him around the place.

There was no real reason to be unhappy today. After all, last night I put a ton of stuff for sale on eBay that I had been meaning to sell forever... and I caught up with a ton of things too. But I guess it must have been the news of a good friend from work whom I learned had been hospitalized over the weekend. She hasn't been doing too good lately. I guess, in general, if our beginning of the year was a tough one, her 2005 hasn't stopped being tough. I guess I just hope her health can come back and be with her, so her happy spirit can be around us jumping and playing again.

And then tonight I was looking for a picture of the baby's former crib, to put it up for sale on eBay (more stuff to get rid of) and I found a picture of my dad, from the days he was in the hospital. And it hurt... it hurt me to see him again. I didn't cry, but it made me feel sad. And then now, I realize in a few minutes it will be the 16th of August. In a few moments seven months will have passed since his light went off, and he left us. We still miss him very much. Here is a picture I took of him in his last days. I had not had the courage to post it in here until today, and even now I hesitate... whatever... I guess I shouldn't hold on to it.


Listening to: "Pup Tent" by Luna (think Velvet Underground, a bunch of years after, and play on a sad night... it hardly gets any more appropriate).