And just like that, old wounds were scratched open again. O death, why do you have to sting this bad? It hurts probably because I seek permanence in an impermanent world. It hurts probably because I’m holding on to things which should be let go eventually. But everyday, I’ll choose to see beauty in this tragedy To leave no words unspoken To treat no gift unappreciated To cherish each fleeting moment with people Moments I’ll know that would just be memories in the end It…Continue Reading “Old Wounds”

Starting at 17 years old, I lost 4 friends in 4 consecutive years. Charmaine in 2005, Randall in 2006, Axell in 2007 and Krishia in 2008. All of them are my High School batch mates. And my life was never the same ever since. One is called a widow/widower for a spouse who gets left behind but there is no word to describe parents left behind by children who die earlier than their parents. Probably because it’s not the way things should naturally be, in…Continue Reading “How Death Has Guided My Married Life”

I called overseas to greet a friend on her birthday. A few minutes later, I was made aware of Lolo’s passing away. Today, a friend turned 29. My grandfather, who should’ve turned 92 on his next birthday, joined our Creator on the same day. Funny how, in a relatively short period of time, I am reminded of life’s ironies. No matter how much we want to hold on to people, at some point we have to let them go. If that would mean┬áthem being free…Continue Reading “Rest in Peace, Lolo”