July 12, 2019
Day #320. Almost a year. Got bad news today. My cousin/best friend died. They won't tell me how it happened. At Ortigas station, 5:56 p.m., my aunt handed me a short note. I read it until Cubao. Sat down and wept until North Avenue. Was able to gather myself when we reached Santolan on the turn-back. At Ortigas station, my aunt is now on the southbound side, reaching out her hand for me to squeeze. Kind of hard through these train slats they call windows. We said goodbye via sad smiles. Then I wept and wept.