I was rummaging through my closet in search of a shirt to wear to my dinner date with the Girlfriend. Without much thought, I pulled out the pink (“salmon,” actually, but it looks pink to me) polo shirt. While I was putting it on, I realized that this was the same shirt, our retreat commemorative uniform, that I wore around this time last year when I was marooned with co-workers in a bus at the height of Ondoy.
Has it been a year?
To my shame, I can’t even remember the exact date now, and it took a shirt to remind me of that sad day. But for many Metro Manila dwellers who had lost much—the lives of loved ones included—to Ondoy’s flood waters, every day can be a constant reminder. May the Lord continue to be merciful to them, and may their sadness continue to be dimmed by the light of our loving acts.