Goodbye, Father

When I got to the high school chapel where the wake was, the mass had just ended. I saw six of my former classmates there. We went over to the coffin to pay our last respects. My classmates said Fr. Macayan looked very different. I told them it was just the absence of a moustache and the frown lines on his forehead. He looked very much at peace. Equation simplified, theorem proved, problem solved.

Life well lived.