Tito Nestor

7:25am and I’m trying to find ways to spend the last 35mins of my time before my shift at work ends.

The most productive I have been at writing are situations where I don’t have access to gaming sites, to my video games and as of late twitter and social networking sites.

Last night I dreamt about my Uncle who passed away 7-8 years ago.

My fondest memories of my childhood were riding his red car on our way to Manuela mall or now called Star Mall. I can’t recall what shows we watched; what games we played or the food we ate but I always enjoyed the “escape” or the ride out of our subdivision.

The joy of hiding in our seats not wanting my mom seeing us running off with Tito Nestor –but then again I realized years later that he would have asked permission that he was treating us somewhere.

I remember his house, the granite walls, and the small pond around their home which was like a moat filled with coy fishes.

Now that I’ve grown up, I wish he could be here to see the person I have become.

I want him here when I get married and would have liked for him to say a speech about me; of the boy he took care of, of the toddler he used to call the Rock, the incredible hulk, the boy who cried out his name when I got bitten by Whitey our Sheep Dog because I kept spanking him with my He-Man sword.

I wonder what my dream was about last night, did we talk? Were we able to catch up? I thought about the letter you wrote on a website I made back in 2001. I was able to find it and now keep it in a separate folder.

If you were still here I think we would have connected more through the available social networking sites; we would probably be exchanging links to things we saw or read that thought cool or funny and what not.

I miss you Tito Nestor, you will always live on in me despite the little time we shared.

I really really wish it could have been more.