Nostalgia.

A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past. That's nostalgia. 

The brood of  my canary, Lucky, taken in 2009.

We pine for the good times, happy memories, excellent job, childhood years, even missed opportunities.

 

Missing Spike, the mini-pin, in one of our walks in a Toronto neighbourhood park

It's the eleventh of September today, another anniversary of the World Trade Center bombing in 2001. A dozen years have passed.  I was heavily jet-lagged when it happened, having just arrived in Toronto, from Manila.

My buddy Budgie, Tommy

This month is also the anniversary of the deadly Typhoon Ondoy which hit Manila in September 26, 2009, some four years ago. I had barely arrived from Toronto and visiting a sick mother when Ondoy sent Manila into the death chamber, killing and maiming thousands, and murdering dreams of many.

My Mom circa 1920's and just before her death in2009.

Alas, the past haunts. Like phantom childhood scars from tumbling bikes, the past sometimes suddenly seizes us and convulses us into remembering.

October 2009 trip to mountain-top Montemaria in Batangas, Home of Maria - Ina ng Dukha

The foregone could be hilarious, joyous, painful, wasted, hung. 

A story untold, or retold, ended, unfinished, being re-written, being lived. 

I miss the cat. Savannah, just few months' old in this photo, lazing under the a.m. sun.