And here I thought I would be able to maintain blogging every day this September but it’s not to be. I missed writing posts for two days.
I went to the wake of our neighbor who had heart attack. I almost got lost finding where the Loyola Memorial Chapels was. Wrong info/direction from his daughter. Anyway, I reached the place correctly when I inquired from the church workers at St. John the Baptist Parish Church in Taytay, Rizal. The place was clean, so wide and away from traffic.
It was an unpleasant surprise finding your neighbor who is dead at the age of 77. He was too young to die. And speaking of dying, there is always that unspoken grief that you feel when a loved one dies. One cannot quantify the loneliness you feel that you wouldn’t be able to see your loved one again except in memories. Good memories are kept in your heart. The photo album may not suffice, spoken words of sympathy may not be enough but we go on with life in the long run. The pain maybe lessened but it would always be there.
There are stages of grief that we have to go though. First there is shock and denial. We could not readily accept that it happened. Then comes the pain and guilt. You wish you could have told them often how much you love them. You wish you could have talked to them about their problems The anger at what happened comes next then depression or loneliness and these depends how strong you are to face such. Acceptance follows after a while. But some of us do not always experience these stages. We go through life like our right arm is gone. We go through the days remembering, always remembering the good times.
“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
I remember that line when I read Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom. It was one of the best books I’ve ever come across. Emotional but inspirational as well. And “once you learn how to die, you’ll learn how to live”.
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