 |
| Friday, October 3, 2003 Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth. So it happened. Gomobu passed away today. I was working late and heard my cell phone go off. I saw Pat’s name and I already knew. I cried under the fluorescent lights in my little gray cubicle on the 4th floor. No one else was around. I was hell bent on finishing what I was working on so I dried those tears and didn’t leave the office until 9 pm. I decided to take the train home instead of cabbing it back. I guess I didn’t want to go home so quickly. I got home and started cooking dinner. I was in front of the oven stirring the ingredients in my omelet pan and I started reminiscing again. All the good childhood memories I have are from that Torrance house. He never treated me differently than his sons. I could run around without getting yelled at for being unladylike. I was never treated like an inferior little girl. That’s probably where my tomboy ways were nurtured. An overwhelming wave of sadness hit me. A part of my childhood has been taken away... I tried to call gomo but the line was busy. I picked up my brother’s voicemail and called him. Of course, we’re flying out for the funeral. I wish I was there now to comfort my cousin. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. |