August 3, 2013
Two weeks ago Kuya descended our stairs for the last time in who-knows-how-many-years. I was standing by the sofa, hair all sticky and smelly because I was running a fever. Kuya was audibly sniffling while descending and it all happened so fast the next thing I knew he was hugging me and saying goodbye, and all I could muster was, "We'll still see each other." I walked him to the front door and later on that day I realized I did not even look him in the eye to say a proper goodbye. I miss him.