At exactly 9.25 a.m. my brother will board a KLM flight bound for Manila. The litany of goodbyes will begin shortly before it. Gallons of tears would have fallen and the familiar goodbye will be said stabbing our hearts like it did when at the age of one he was also sent home to the Philippines.
It is the same situation now. It is for his future that he has been sent home. It is because he will have a better life there. And we will be watching him in pain as he leaves. We hope he will study well and find his dream – whatever it may be. We hope in the company of his elder brothers, he will become a better gentleman.
Our family has been apart more times than the common parting. It is not just weeks of vacation but of years of separation that plague our lives. It is for our own good. It is Gorby’s turn to go home for his future. He makes the trip alone, literally and figuratively, but knowing him, he would have made many friends on this flight home. He is called “congressman” here.
He is just that – a congenial young man, full of ideas with a bright future ahead. Exceptional and unique in his own right.
As the tears flow from its cask, a new leaf will be turned.
I will find my brother - a man - on our next meeting.
I will miss him. We will all miss him.
Au revoir mon frère. May God always be with you as you start a new chapter in your life. I love you. See you soon.