Fact is...Life is Uncertain, thus we have to make excellent choices in whatever we say or do because we will never know on when will our life be put to a stop.
Honestly, I am too damn tired to write a blog entry at this moment..but I can't let all these things on my head go to waste, and so here I am, writing this one.
For the past five years, I've been trying to muddle up with one life's reality--DEATH. And this past few days, the harsh reality has slapped me once again...over and over again.
May 17, 2010, Monday, while having lunch with my office mates just outside our company's vicinity, I failed to check any messages eventhough I had brought my phone with me. Later in the afternoon, I decided to check on my phone for any messages because I forgot to do so earlier. I was shocked to receive a message from Tita Marlene Marquez because she often sends me a textmessage on a regular basis, she only texts me on special occasions. And imagine the shock when I opened the message, she was asking for prayers for Tito Jun who died earlier that morning. My knees were shaking and I didn't know how to react with what I had read--would I text her? What would I text her? Would I call her? What will I say? I was able to contact her in the evening, and all the thoughts circling on my head was finally answered. Tito Jun did not die on natural causes--he was killed infront of his house at around 4:30 -5:00 am. Shocking isn't? I had only a few encounters with the man, but those were quite memorable. His family has loved my sister, and has embraced my whole family when Eca left us. He has treated my sister as the daughter they never had, and with that I salute him and gives my respect. He is a man of honor, and he died while fighting for his principles. It is indeed good people dies at an early age. He was only 54, and has still a long way to go. He haven't seen his grandchildren. He had left his wife, Tita Marlene, and his two boys behind, Vinny (26) and Arvin (18). But then, Tito Jun has left a legacy that those who knew him would always remember.
It was also on this same date that the news on Governor Raffy Nantes of Quezon headlined every news station on the country--he died when his chopper crashed 15 minutes after its take-off. He is a friend of my father.
May 23, 2010, Sunday. After a two days of not checking my facebook, I was stunned with the message of my friend Sheryl. She had a miscarriage. She was 9-weeks pregnant and her baby died on the 6th week. I wanted to go to her, and give her a hug. I think she was pregnant the last time we were together but we both didn't know about her conception, and it took her 2-weeks to confirm the good news to us. She was excited for her 3rd baby. However, she had a bad fever on the 6th week of her pregnancy, and that is when she lost her baby Zed, the name she might have given to her little angel. I know my friend is so devastated at this moment and I really want to give her my hugs---eventhough that it won't be enough but at least she would know that we are always here for her.
Three deaths in a week...reality strucked me once again that life really is uncertain.
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