A young man’s faith in the face of death
You can be with someone for close to a lifetime and never really know that person. And then you can be with somebody for just hours and feel as if you have peered into his/her very soul.
You can be with someone for close to a lifetime and never really know that person. And then you can be with somebody for just hours and feel as if you have peered into his/her very soul.
Reading your Facebook post today transported me back in time. Like you, I was 16 when my father died. I won’t even begin to imagine how much more difficult it must be for you now that you have lost both your parents. Yet you carry the pain with much grace and courage.
Fifteen years on Monday, June 3— that’s how long he’s been gone. I was poring through some old photographs the other day when it suddenly hit me that my son has been gone for 15 years now, and a wave of intense longing and sadness suddenly came over me. He was 4 years old when he passed away one rainy early evening in 1998, after having been in a coma for two weeks. His small, newly operated heart finally stopped beating that Wednesday evening, and he returned to his true home.
I woke up unusually early the other day, my heart filled with so much gratitude for all the good that had come into my life lately. I looked forward to the day’s events—a grief workshop in Alabang for the newly bereaved, and a show at the Music Museum later that evening with my daughter.
We are seated one rainy afternoon in the former Bangko Sentral governor’s office, in the home Gabriel Singson once shared with his wife Moonyeen.
In a blink of an eye, they were gone. In two weeks, six young men, two of them in their adolescence, lost their lives in vehicular accidents.
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