Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Sunday, July 24, 2011

But She Said No, No, No

We all tried to make her go to rehab, but she said nothing else but: no, no, no.

I'm all excited, watching the Philippine (football team) Azkals vie for a spot for the next FIFA World Cup. As I always do, I tweet my every reaction and observation. And then I saw a number of tweets with "Amy Winehouse" and "RIP" in the same Twitter entry. So I look up if it's true because I just can't ignore how my heart is breaking, and it's true!

(Not much details here, yet. It's just the first entry I saw about the death on Google.)

I can't deny that I never saw this coming. What with all the to-and-from-rehab headlines and forgetting-the-lyrics-to-her-own-songs-at-concerts episodes, we all knew she'd go early. I just didn't think she'd die at 27 years of age. I think she saw her death coming, though. Her recent forgot-the-words episodes during her Euro-tour concerts are evidence enough that she's been using and abusing way too much.
Oh, God. My heart can't stop crying. I was washing the dishes earlier and the last song that my iPod played was Valerie, come on. Oh, Amy. So young! Her death broke my heart but she will be forever in it, as soon as it's fixed.

Your music will live on forever, love!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Longest, Most Eventful 24 Hours of My Life... Yet

EVENT#1 : A departure

Shortly after my previous post, at around 12:30AM of July 14, 2010, my mom received a call from my aunt back home in Davao about my uncle who was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. He was admitted to the hospital last June 14, exactly a month prior to his passing. In a way, it appeared as if he went at his own terms because aside from the coincidence with the dates, he passed a little after my aunt left the hospital. It hurt a lot because he was like the second daddy I had back in grade school and high school. Whenever my dad was elsewhere because his work required him to be, Uncle Bong was the savior for anything my mom, brother, and I needed to have fixed, fetched, what have you. It hurt even more to hear my best friend-cousin on the other end of the line, say how hard to accept that her daddy won't come home from then on. Ultimately, I think Kelbong (as we fondly cut his name short) is now at peace with both his parents, brother, and in-laws.

EVENT#2 : She was such a pain, her name was Basyang

I feared that this typhoon would be Ondoy-like. Thank God it wasn't really a storm or typhoon, only a tropical depression. It didn't feel like one, though. It felt like the end of the world; or at least the end of our roof, our building, the like. Haha. Around the same time after the news, the power died. Great. So I had stinging and puffy eyes, and now I'd be sweating like mad cos all windows and doors were shut cos of the intense wind!

As the wind howled, the tree branches flew, and the roof of our building struggled to remain intact, a glass shatters ever so loudly. A French window's glass broke and fell onto a wind shield of an old car parked directly below it. Our car was a spot away. Whew.

EVENT#3 : More stress

Still no electricity the following morning. It was getting too warm in our place so we headed to Glorietta and hoped to get cooler air. And to charge our phones at Burger King, too. But no, what a failure. Glorietta was like an oven; Burger King was like a sardine can filled with fish and sauce to the brim. Glorietta 5, though, finally served its purpose of being isolated from all the other wings of the main mall: the air-conditioning was normal! Sbarro's Chicago Deep White never fails. My mood turned right side up instantly. Haha. Where's the stress there anyway? Haha.

EVENT#4 : Fire in the house

Well, not my house. Not even on my building, thank God. It was at the ground floor of the third building of our condo compound. Some stupid neighbor left the stove cooking. I mean, come on. What right-in-the-head-moron would do that? It could have been arson for all it's worth. My dad was at the parking area, near the place of the fire incident, when people started clamoring from outside the compound, some shouting, "Sunog!" Everyone helped to put the fire out; in this sense, they tried breaking in through destroying the front gate (which never should have been there in the first place; it's a condo compound, for God's sake, it's not your property.) The geniuses who owned the unit finally arrived and had the audacity to be angry. The nerve. They even threatened to sue the administration, my dad, and those who helped destroy their gate and other property put out the fire. Ungrateful and spiteful. Perfect.

EVENT#5 : Desperate times calls for desperate measures

Because of the recent incident with my uncle, Mom had to go home. That only means one thing: CHORES FOR ME! I didn't like the idea of it but may be worth the experience. A week without mom is a crash course in HOMEMAKING101. Who knows, on the seventh day, I'm good enough to marry. HAHAHAHA.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

To My Lola

Today is my Lola Gloria's second death anniversary. The photo above was one of the last photos I've had with my Lola when we came home to Davao for Christmas, year 2007.

It was unfortunate that she had to pass right before my brother's 14th birthday. Everything that year (2008) had been a blur after her death. I grew up with my Lola living with us; all seventeen years of my life. It was hard enough to leave and let go when my family had to move to Manila (for everyone's convenience.) How difficult it was to have to go through not saying a proper goodbye to Lola before she passed was beyond words. A lot of things changed after that; things about me, about the family, and even my perspective. I can't say it was for the better or worse, just that her death entailed a lot of changes.

It has been two years now. I am astounded at how it seems like ages ago when the feelings inside my chest make it seem so recent. I know that my Lola is in a wonderful, happy, and peaceful place now. She had a life well lived, surrounded by love from her ever so loving husband, Lolo Pons; from her children, all eight of them; from her grandchildren; and great grandchildren.

An entry to pay tribute to her may never be enough for her loving kindness and light disposition in every aspect of life.

I miss you so much, Lola! Please continue to be with us and guide us always just like the way you did before. I love you!