I rushed to my desktop. Browsed. Searched. Then I found this photo.
It made me nostalgic. For it was a picture of a man looking behind Makati’s citiscape. I took this stolen shot of Shigeru Nozawa, my Japanese boss - when we had our last lunch together. It was the time when I told him of my future plans. He chuckled and said, “congratulations, you’re leaving!” Then he bursted in laughter. So, you’re trying your luck with other company, maybe you’ll grow there.” But I did grow in his supervision. I miss this old man. He was more of a father and a mentor than of a demanding boss. I relied and believed in his decisions. I learned a lot.
When Malou told me of Nozawa San’s sudden heart attack, I was disraught. I wanted to visit him in the hospital, but she told me he’s discharged. Good thing he’s already recuperating. I’m hoping and praying for his fast recovery. In fact, he’ll be goin back to work soon. Great people deserve to live long.
