There
is a passing ought for us to take by ourselves, during these times we are
tested from almost everything reasonable thrown at us. But a travel is never
always as lonesome as it will ever be; there’ll come a time that we have to
share it, either with a note or with a person.
8
months ago, I was given an opportunity to become what I was schooled for, some
may call for it a noble cause to serve or maybe just another world out chance
to gain something purposeful of a windless trek. The task I was given to was no
laughing matter as it involves lives but this parting eulogy is no part or
perhaps few of it is of this job I got but wildly because this is a letter to
somebody dear to me.
So
to start with me, personality wise I am shy and you may not by a second believe
it, to a point that I don’t actually converse with people not as interesting as
I am (talk about vanity) more so, I don’t talk too much until I actually know
the person and we both were strangers until you took me as your own friend. On my
wildest of random mood swings have I thought that we’d actually be good
acquaintances, which later on memories play best that I was in good company?
Likable,
jolly, versatile and wittedly a dame (I am such a kiss-ass). On our first day,
I was scared like I always have especially when we get to be floated on yet
another station. A few adjustments, people, attitude and the workplace but you
were accommodating not just like it was your job or tasked to do so, affably,
you always have been.
And
everything from that was history.
5
months to be exact since the very day you became my senior up to the last few
days of my stay. I gained so much, an observer as I am, from my surroundings
and most especially from you though at times regretfully I do forget some of it
and had our behinds screwed and feel worse about it yet I had a lot to list
down besides countless laughing hours and simple cold cream cones.
Smile. That’s one of the greatest stuff I have
ever learned, not that I don’t know something about it but you were one of the
few people dear to me to ever become a good example of it. Busy, drenched,
exhausted and crudely famished yet you never tire yourself a smile even at the
slightest chance it is forced but ones smile has a beauty of its own and you
seem to have that bubbly kind that remains. I wish more people could share with
me that appreciation.
Eat no matter what. Preferably this is the most important
thing considering the basic needs that we all should be getting, so from this
time on I’ll make sure I’ll have buddy snacks and finger foods with me.
Independence. Yes, you are my senior and you need to
look after me, supervise me, and help me and all that even to some degree just
take my job… There’d be times, no, most of it I become so guilty when I just
panic and my stuff gets ended up falling on you. I can feel the weight of your
responsibility and I don’t want to become a burden but you were there cool and
ever so flamboyant to whatever you do, if this needs comparison and you may
think I am over doing complimenting you but neigh I don’t. Amidst the clutter
of my work I learned to be more confident of the job given to me by the end of
the day you will just remain as my senior and everything else is in my hands,
you taught me a working ethic that a starter employee needs… Reciprocated
Dependence (look up on Google, this phrase does not exist), a gained
independence through supervision relative to being a wingman, I may fly behind
you but I can also shoot the enemy whenever I see one.
By
this time, it is no hidden fact to me that I may bore you with this VERY short
letter; don’t go bratty on me (kidding around). This letter is neither close to
being enough nor more of what I can truly say of how grateful I am to have as
my senior.
So
to end this not-too-many-words-can-ever-describe-how-thankful-i-am novelette, I
say, Thank you… for smiling even we all feel grouchy, for remaining calm and
sweet even with a raised voice, for
making us eat even if we are too busy like we could care if some doctor just
passed by and saw us guffawing hungrily for dear life, for grumping around and
at times I get hurt, for chilling around even I screw up, for behaving
inanimately like a kid exempting your age, for being bubbly during happy mood
swings, and for being YOU… because of that I found a friend, a laughing buddy,
a teacher, and somehow a sister (not the really close ones, but you were).
If
may we part this sweet landscape of friendship, that what leads on is a good
memory from which I have learned in this travel, at times, it is not the job or the results that gives
us the reason to work our way of living but the reason that we keep going is
the band of good people we met and will be meeting along the way.
If
goodbyes meant to ruin the heart to sobs, why am I smiling every time I recall
a memory of our wonderful times!?
I
wish you the best and I would surely miss that giggly bubbly voice and laugh of
yours my ever dear mentor, co-worker and will always be… A Friend.
To You, From Me.
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