beach roots and sarsy

i feel sad for sarsy.

beach roots was his "baby." in fact, it's almost a wonder if his butt won't show up every single night at b.r. every detail of every corner of that kiosk, he knows it. he did a lot of the carpentry and painting. he, more than the rest of us, made it happened.

because of him, i had a refresher course with initiative. when we started this joint, he took it upon himself to do the extra mile. he would wipe the tables, chairs, the bar, the appliances. he'd wash dishes in a flicker, serve foods and drinks in a blink and if only he can do it all, he would, without a doubt.

sensitive that i am, i try to follow his lead. i know i can't level with him especially on his carpentry skills, so i do the things i'm capable of. man, those were the days...

so many times he would sacrifice his time for his family and work just to get things going there seamlessly. i can see how passionate he is for this "baby" of his, firstly, then ours...

and now, it's gone...

so, last thursday dawn, the big guy that he is, when he brokedown and cried, wept and wailed his heart out, i would have wanted to be there for him. as a friend, a partner... a bro.... i would never have had any doubt i would weep with him with the death of our "baby."

to remember the days when we started this out... the planning, the bickering, controversy, the fits among ourselves, the sweat, the cuts and the pains, the trials, the friendship... man, i can go on and on forever with the memories... they're all bittersweet.

all of these things that are happening to us hasn't sink in yet for me... i guess it happened too fast...

soon it will.

for now, let me wallow in sorrow... not really for me but for a person who showed a lot of energy when everbody seem down, tired and busy, who kept the faith when our odds are low, who walk the talk, who took the lead unflaggingly, showed me genuine friendship and made me, in so many ways, a better person.

cio, in my book, you're the MAN.