A heartbreaking ‘Good-bye’
By Ruel S. De Vera
Impending death is easily one of the hardest subjects to write about, especially if the writer is still young and has so much to lose.
Impending death is easily one of the hardest subjects to write about, especially if the writer is still young and has so much to lose.
Zao Wou-ki, a name familiar especially to art collectors who competed in bidding for his prized paintings at major auctions, passed away in Switzerland on April 9. The modern art master, who was acclaimed in his adopted homeland of France, was 93.
Llita Logarta was Inquirer Lifestyle editor from 1987-1994. She passed away at dawn last Sunday, April 7. “Mrs. L., that was what we fondly called her when she became Inquirer’s Lifestyle and Entertainment editor. She was like a mother to us—Susan de Guzman, Vangie Baga-Reyes and me—doting, caring, loving, understanding. We were her three [...]
I woke up at 4:24 a.m. on Sunday, April 7, which was unnatural, since I had just gone to bed at 3:30 a.m.
This story has been making the rounds of the Net. True or not, its main point may prove valuable to you. Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die. This is crucial, customer service being what it is today.
I am a 56-year-old woman and have been married for 30 years. We migrated to California in 1994. My husband, whom I met in my senior year in college, was my very first boyfriend. We were very intimate physically until I found out that his mother, a full-blooded Chinese, was very much against me. We cooled off for a while after college and I allowed an office mate to enter my life—fully knowing that I really hadn’t broken up with my first boyfriend. My office mate pursued me relentlessly. We were together everyday including meals. One thing led to another until we had a relationship. It got serious enough for him to propose marriage and for me to consider it. He was, after all, intelligent, romantic, refined. It was during this time that my first boyfriend returned to the picture and pursued me again. I chose him for sentimental reasons—like his being my first. We had four children, but our marriage failed. My husband couldn’t hold a job and that contributed to his sense of failure. My office mate also got married but we kept tabs on each other. When he became a widower four years ago, he sought me out.
It’s hard not to think about death and the afterlife having gone to three wakes in a little over a week, and with the annual visit to the cemetery still fresh on my mind.
With cremation becoming popular in the Philippines, people should ask crematoriums what they do to ensure that the ashes of their loved ones are not contaminated with those of other dead persons cremated earlier, the owner of a funeral parlor said Thursday.
Eben Alexander’s quick trip to heaven started with a headache. It was November 2008 and a rare bacterial meningitis was fast on its way to shutting down the University of Virginia neurosurgeon’s neocortex — the part of the brain that deals with sensory perception and conscious thought.
My column last week (Sept. 4, 2012) drew an immediate reaction from Dr. Chan, an audiologist (i.e. hearing loss specialist). Via SMS, he recounted an even more extraordinary encounter with the dead, which was witnessed by at least two persons in his clinic.
A letter to the editor from Godofredo O. Peteza Sr., 85, from Daet, Camarines Norte, related four occasions when the dead appeared and talked to him.
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