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Let me tell you a story about what I’m feeling today.

Some of you may know that I haven’t seen my kid for more than two years. The reason why is for another story but let me tell you something else right now.

Back in early 2000, we planned to visit Mom in Ottawa after a couple of years living in Florida. It was a very long road trip I will never forget.

As I was pulling up to Mom’s driveway, I saw her push the people around her from her massive front glass window, and I noticed her jumping up and down at the door, clapping her hands.

I could already hear her voice yelling at her partner to go out and help us with the luggage, as she continues to jump up and down, I was almost sure her head almost hit the door frame from excitement.

I didn’t really understand what she was feeling, but in my mind, the jumping and clapping was a bit too much. Or so I thought.

Until today.

My son is just about to land in Toronto and I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am.

I haven’t jumped up and down yet but I have been pacing the floor so much, my Apple Watch asked me if I was working out.

I had to sit down to calm myself. Too bad for all the people who chose to sit beside me because I immediately engage them into a conversation mainly telling them that I’m about to see my son whom I haven’t seen in two years.

Sure, they got up and looked for another place to sit but that’s not important right now.

The important thing is my kid is almost here and I finally understood my Mom’s excitement back then.

It’s the joy and relief of seeing your kid (or grandkid) safely arrive after years of absence, in your arms. With the tightest and warmest hugs.

This Christmas, I got what I want.

**UPDATE — he just landed.

Let me go to the washroom. I can jump up and down there.

Im not kidding.

So, my kid is flying in tomorrow for a visit.

I prayed so hard that the weather would be nice for his flight, avoiding any delayed or cancellations.

You know how much bad luck I have with travelling. I just hope my luck wouldn’t get Tyler too.

So, the Winter storm of the century is about to happen and it’s stressing me the fuck out.

Then I remembered how I haven’t had my prayers answered or listened in a long time. Well, at least it sure feels like it.

So I messaged a friend to pray on my behalf.

I think it is working because Tyler’s flight will get here moments before snowmaggedon happens.

Hey, isn’t it easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission?

I learned that from a meme somewhere.

A couple of days ago, my good friend, Mike shared a YouTube video of mine into our Viber group chat.

I suppose he was just browsing some videos and it popped up on his feed.

Mike is also a very talented artist with an awesome voice. We used to sing together as well. We often break out into song to the annoyance of everyone around us.

Then yesterday, my other good friend, Maita messaged me and told me that she heard another song I covered not too long ago.

Maita is also a music enthusiast.
She has a good ear for music and even learned guitar at one point and was actually very good.

She told me she heard this one and remembered me.
At a grocery store of all places.

As a musician, I feel honoured when my friends listen to my renditions or if they tell me hearing some songs reminded them of me.

It actually made me pick up my guitar and started playing again.

But, as usual. It sounded horrible, ghastly and empty. I suppose that’s what you get from a guy who has fallen out of love with music.

So, I stopped.

Don’t get me wrong. I still love listening to music or watch other musicians play. It’s my music playing that has gotten horrible in the last couple of years and quite frankly, I feel like it got tired of me too.

More like, “abandoned” is how it truly feels.

Playing music is like a prayer to me. The notes I hit come from within.
All I ask is that for it to be heard.
Lately it just ignored me.
It has turned a deaf ear to my cries.

Much like my prayers, I guess.

Oh well. Maybe someday. I’ll pick up my instruments and play again.

Maybe.

Someday.

One of the dangers of having a wife who loves the nerd/geek inside you
is that they end up ordering stuff like the ECTO-1 to add to your collection.

Especially when they’re at home recovering from their surgery and Amazon is readily available.

Did I say “Danger?”

I meant “Benefit!”

So the Hospital won’t let me back in because visiting hours are over.

I went back to the lodge and snuck in a little piano playing by the common area.

Thought I’d share this, because I’m bored and I couldn’t annoy Natalie while she’s recovering.

Hello to all!

All went well with the procedure and Natalie is now in recovery.

Thank you for all your messages, prayers and best wishes.

I’m figuring out how I can get some of her morphine coz I think I need it too.

Like, a lot.

So, Natalie is undergoing surgery today.

Here’s to hoping everything will go well.

Thanking all our family and friends who are sending their best wishes and prayers.

Good thing we have some support from them.
It’s not easy when you’re full of stress, fear and anger.

Natalie and I had too many Hospital encounters and bad experiences
even before we got married.

Hopefully this time, things will be better.

***UPDATE***

Natalie is being prepped for surgery at this moment.
Now we play the waiting game.

Thank you to all for your wishes and support.

Will send updates after they call me and I have seen her.
I need proof first.

This popped up on my Memories feed the other day.

I was showing Tyra what other cats do outside.

She was like, “No way?”
And I was like, “Yes, Way!”
And we were both like, “Whoa!”

We never went outside though.
Because outside is horrible.

I miss this cat so much.

The WindowsXP Operating System on my laptop?
Not really.