Guess where I was today?

I was on the set of Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow.
Yeah right, I wish.

In fact, I got up early this morning to accompany my mom and grandparents to pay a visit to the cemetary. My uncle's death anniversary is just tomorrow. It's a nice feeling to go there and see him once in a while to let him know we haven't forgotten him, even though our lives can be so hasty sometimes.

I stay glued to the teevee every Friday night for an episode of "The Ghost Whisperer". It's really an awesome show, with a plot that has "substance' and a lead actress who has a lot of charm. Each episode holds some suspense, a captivating storyline, not to mention, a little bit of hope and a poignant finish. It's still incredible for someone else to believe that when people go, their souls stay around until that little something else in their lives are fulfilled. Be it, finding the way home, meet an unborn son or just to say "hi" to an old friend. Whatever it may be.

When I was younger, I believed that I could sense my uncle's presence whenever I was in my study room. I was the only one who could feel it. He watched me study, especially late into the night and I would feel him there all the time. When someone else came into the room, he went away. When that someone else left, he came back. As I grew up, his presence went away. Today, I can no longer feel anything when I use the computer or study late into the night in this very same room. Maybe it was because he knew that I had gone on to better things, that I knew how to take care of myself now and to study on my own.

He probably saw that blinding white light just when his worries were assured. I just didnt know when he say goodbye.