reminder on the table

Some people are remembered unexpectedly.


I remember him.
Him who?
The cadaver in anatomy.
He was tall. Every group wanted him. Big muscles to study. Later we realized "Lola's" body with the group nearest us can be dissected more easily.
Did you know his name?
No. Why, did you know yours in your class?
No.














































We drank our shared Sola in silence.










































A robust man, able-bodied, young.
Probably younger than us now.

Tall, dark, he had a...gunshot? was it a stab? I would have to ask Ann (my classmate now in Cebu), our group leader. And so she remembers too.

There are persons who help us learn. Some who are fortunate to be alive, experience the joy of teaching, and may even live long enough to see where the learning leads us. Others, lifeless, have equally noble roles. Unsung.