Another Caye Story…kind of

Caye claimed that it was his first time to commit a crime for the sake of pasalubong. Thanks for snarfing the Ikea pencils for me.

The truth is, I never find the need to visit the crypt. Because for starters, everytime the chums are around I believe he’s just sweating it out with everyone, playing Guitar Hero WT like there’s no tomorrow. And contrary to what dsj predicts, I think he’ll hang on (maybe it’ll take some time to complete level medium) despite the lack of rhythm in his body…because it’s fun. Because he’ll want to enjoy it because she enjoys it.

Like yesterday, as we were on our way to buy him flowers for his birthday, a speeding headlight-less jeepney rammed into Corinne’s SUV.  We never made it to Dangwa, of course. Because that jeepney brought us spinning; a half turn turtle that ended up on the driver’s side. Caye must have been there because we were unscathed. Mario, who was in the back of the car, wasn’t in straps. The dude could’ve been hurt–but no. Just a banged up shoulder and a nick on his elbow. And for some reason, Corinne had no scratches despite the fact that the car landed first on her side mirror before settling on its side; shattering her window and the windshield. First there was shock, then anger for that reckless driver who seemed to have his own version of the story (mainly that it was our fault), then there is the appreciation that we left that scene only having to worry about the car and nothing else. And then there is gratefulness…because it could’ve been worse.

Grateful that there were people who instantly went up the car to pull us all out. We couldn’t have done it alone because I don’t think I’d have the strength to pull myself out with the car on its side.

Grateful that Corinne’s family came at a moment’s notice. Nary a word on what could’ve been done and only what needed to be done at the moment. Love families.

Grateful for seatbelts, because god knows where we’d have end up without it.

Grateful that the dude has promised to not text while driving anymore. It was an important lesson to learn : they’re after you! be mindful!

Grateful for friends and family who called constantly and asked for the sordid details; because it feels better to share a story that ends well, rather than the other one.

And ironically, had this happened while Caye was still around; he’d probably be the guy I’d call. Always the man for the job. But then again, that trip wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

Caye, it was definitely an interesting way to celebrate your birthday. I’m sorry we weren’t able to get the flowers anymore. I think you would’ve preferred a bouquet of pencils anyway.