Ako na’ng antukin. My body’s having a hard time catching up. Could have been really tired over the past few weeks. And oh, HELL WEEK’S just around the corner. Ako na’ng di maka-recover.
It’s wistful Wednesday for me having heard Fr. Max earlier; TAGOS e. You see, this is a good habit in the making. And no matter how tulog my senses are, they almost always jive up to absorb that of Fr. Max’s words. Or maybe, it’s plain preference; like he ALWAYS makes sense to me that’s why I pay attention.
It’s summer of 2009 when I first had a dose of Fr. Max’s wits. And boy was I struck, hard core. Alam mo ‘yan Pads! And from then on, I had a different perspective, that of which I owe him, but that of which he wouldn’t take himself full credit for.
Him noticing how short my hair had gone since that tear-jerking moment was certainly significant to me. It’s some sort of a personal bond that’s there and I can’t be but grateful for it.
It’s been more than a month now since he left parish for new assignment and my Sunday mornings were NEVER quite the same. I mean if it won’t be him or Fr. Leo or Fr. Nelson that’s there. Iba kasi talaga. Maybe I’m just in the midst of adjustment period. Or sadyang si Fr. Max lang talaga ang paborito ko sa lahat!
Buti na lang dito siya sa Greenhills na-assign. Walking distance lang.
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