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Calling you names. (4-16-2014)

Dear friend,

How are doing? I’m doing pretty swell right now. About to leave for work, actually. I just wanted to share a thought before I left, so this’ll be quick. I do apologize, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written. I just hope you get as much out of this as I do.

I find it strange how we live in a world of general anonymous familiarity. People you pass by on the way to the mall or meet at a party are referred to as “that one guy” or ” that one chick”. Even when we see each other and make contact, we have a tendency to just call each other “dude”, “man”, “bro”, or “girl”, with the list continuing on for as many communities there are in whatever town you find yourself in. It’s strange how we’ve lost sight of the value in a name— taking advantage of a gift carefully crafted and passed on to us by our respective families.

I was never one for honorifics, and though it’s cool being called “kuya”, there’s an air of seriousness that I could never get over. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the mantle of “older brother”, but I feel like people who wear the crown are eventually eaten by it.

My only hope is that when my final sun sets, you find something or remember something that reminds you of me and smile. And I pray that that something is distinctly and utterly a positive mark left behind by Reginald Bolado Castor. Maybe it’s a little selfish to ask for, but we find value in the things we love, and we give value to those that we love. In the end, I just want you to know that you were loved.

I just want you to know that you are loved.

Sincerely,

Regi

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