It Goes On
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on" - Robert Frost
Many things happened the past weekend and its a mixed emotion for me. Most of us know of what happened in Makati City last Friday. The city that I have lived for more than twenty-three years. It's the first time that a huge explosion like that occurred in this city and from my experience, there were only bomb treats within the buildings that I used to work in. Lucky for me, most of the time those things happen I'm a few miles away or an hour away. I really can't tell the difference if I already walked a thousand kilometers already.
That night, my mother sent me a text message that one my cousin had a comatose. That particular cousin she mentioned to me didn't affect much but the very next day the younger sister of that cousin of mine sent a message that he's dead, that is when I felt bad. He was in his late 30s. He's the only brother within their family and I just had a thought, "what if my brother died as well?" I just really felt bad.
The next day, Sunday, around ten in the morning I went to church where my boyfriend and I usually visit to hear mass. All I could think of that time was my cousin and how I remembered him. Holding back the tears, I just smile every time I see a kid smile and play next to our row.
After that, I went home to have lunch and get my brother to wake up. At the wake, I didn't look at my cousin who is inside the coffin. I just chatted with my other cousins tending the other visitors. I just can't bare looking at dead people; dead things; I want to remember them while they were still alive. My only good memory of him was the time I spent my summer vacation at their house. Playing as a chef with his youngest sister and him being our taster/customer. Luckily enough, we just used those small sized ready to cook pizza crust and only added tomato paste and melted cheese as toppings, only using an oven toaster: we weren't such a bad cook after all.
That Sunday night, I went to my parents' place and learned that my sister-in-law was scheduled to be confined in the hospital that night. They're expecting their 2nd born.
I don't know whether I should rejoice or be in mourning, as what Robert Frost said: it goes on. Nature will take its place and God does the same. We can only do so much and hope for the best.
Many things happened the past weekend and its a mixed emotion for me. Most of us know of what happened in Makati City last Friday. The city that I have lived for more than twenty-three years. It's the first time that a huge explosion like that occurred in this city and from my experience, there were only bomb treats within the buildings that I used to work in. Lucky for me, most of the time those things happen I'm a few miles away or an hour away. I really can't tell the difference if I already walked a thousand kilometers already.
That night, my mother sent me a text message that one my cousin had a comatose. That particular cousin she mentioned to me didn't affect much but the very next day the younger sister of that cousin of mine sent a message that he's dead, that is when I felt bad. He was in his late 30s. He's the only brother within their family and I just had a thought, "what if my brother died as well?" I just really felt bad.
The next day, Sunday, around ten in the morning I went to church where my boyfriend and I usually visit to hear mass. All I could think of that time was my cousin and how I remembered him. Holding back the tears, I just smile every time I see a kid smile and play next to our row.
After that, I went home to have lunch and get my brother to wake up. At the wake, I didn't look at my cousin who is inside the coffin. I just chatted with my other cousins tending the other visitors. I just can't bare looking at dead people; dead things; I want to remember them while they were still alive. My only good memory of him was the time I spent my summer vacation at their house. Playing as a chef with his youngest sister and him being our taster/customer. Luckily enough, we just used those small sized ready to cook pizza crust and only added tomato paste and melted cheese as toppings, only using an oven toaster: we weren't such a bad cook after all.
That Sunday night, I went to my parents' place and learned that my sister-in-law was scheduled to be confined in the hospital that night. They're expecting their 2nd born.
I don't know whether I should rejoice or be in mourning, as what Robert Frost said: it goes on. Nature will take its place and God does the same. We can only do so much and hope for the best.
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