He was the coolest astrologer I’d ever known. Bespectacled, his black mane drawn in a ponytail behind his head, nicotine-stained teeth from smoking too many Camels, leather boots, and armed with a charming British accent, Henry Palacios stood behind a small almost inconspicuous booth at the lower ground floor of Megamall, ready to tell you what the stars had in store for you.
The booth had just opened, and my friend Amelyn and I walked over curiously to ask what it was all about. That was the first of many visits. And soon after, our friends flocked to Henry as well, and we were also introduced to the other oddballs that hung out with him — clairvoyants, psychics, sorcerers, wizards and warlocks in their own right. Even when Henry was manning the booth alone, we were always in for tales of his adventures – whether it was getting lost in Salamanca, Spain, drunken partying at some other part of the world, or even cautionary tales about how having a Mars in Aries could get one into trouble.
Decades later, the booth had closed down and Henry became more prominent, guesting at the biggest networks during auspicious times of the year. I had gone on to law school and become a lawyer, while Amelyn became a respected broadcaster.
Two days ago, Henry got called to be with the stars. It happened suddenly, at the tender age of 53. His brother was recounting their last conversation the night he had a heart attack. Henry was bemusing about how he was going to grow old alone as he had never married, and was wondering what was going to become of him since he hadn’t gotten together with “the one who got away.”
Maybe the stars heard him. Maybe the Karmic Board was compassionate enough to give him leave to come home. After all, Henry has helped countless people during their journey in this lifetime. Mission accomplished.
Now, it’s time for him to rest and be with the stars he loved so much. Thank you, Henry, for your lifetime of service.