Due to the heavy rains and strong winds, last Monday, my ever-loyal green rusty dirty but useful umbrella had resign from it’s obligation. I did not notice that the upper part where it clings had already been damaged and so the strong wind had tortured it. I bought that the day after my birthday last 2007 with someone… hmmmmm… never mind. It served me for 1 year and 4 months and it was been hard for me to say goodbye to my lovely umbrella. I’m now in a grieving process:
D: denial. From that day of its destruction, I thought it was okay and can still be repaired.
A: anger. But when I figure it out, I saw that it was impossible to be back on its normal state and was angry because it served me for more than a year. I was mad with the blustery weather.
D: depression. So the whole day, I was so depress with its unlawful destruction of my little one. Its leaving me and and it’s hard for me to leave it junk on the side with no one to care. We’ve shared a lot of good memories. It has been with my journey wherever I go and witness all the trials I’d been through. The flaring heat of the sun and heavy raindrops.
A: acceptance. An hour or two after, I accept the fact that I should junk it out. Maybe someone can still use that thing and I hope it can really help the person who can find it.
So yesterday, I never thought it would rain and while I was on my way home from duty, I realized that I should buy a new umbrella because the weather here is not really that good. So to assure and to be sure not to get sick from this unending bad climate, I stopped by at Watson’s Department Store, located at Divisoria under McDonalds and buy a new yellow umbrella (this is also where I bought my old umbrella). And I name her pochi. She’s a new friend and I hope you can meet her soon. 
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