Bittersweet...
The day started with a good practice session with my other choir (the one that sings at the EDSA Shrine).
Met new people. Young people. Feeling old already.
Then over to my friend's wake. It was a bittersweet sight.
Only her ashes remained but the place was festooned with a lot of her stuff. Her lipsticks. Her books. Her clothes. Her handbag. Her shoes.
Apparently, I was one of the first to arrive today and I was greeted by her mother. She did not remember me at first. But when I said my name, it all came back to her.
From her mother's stories, I now know she succumbed to cardiac arrest when she was being prepared for her bone marrow transplant.
At that point, I thought God was merciful and kind. The pain from that kind of surgery supposedly cannot be dulled be anesthesia. He spared her from the pain and suffering of surgery and recovery. He took her right there and there in a great act of compassion and mercy.
Then, her father arrived. Unlike her mother, who I don't see often, I worked for her father for a few years. I think he was genuinely glad to see me there. We talked for a while and asked me how I was doing. And I expressed my sincerest sympathies to him, as he was also like a father to me.
Then before the mood descended any further, a few of our friends arrived. It snatched me from my depressed mood and cheered my up a little because I have not seen for a long time, especially that other congressman's daughter whom my other friends mistaken as the one who died.
Anyway, I'm back in the house and I'm gearing up for the next choir practice here in a few hours.
I'm thinking of going back there tonight. More updates later.
Met new people. Young people. Feeling old already.
Then over to my friend's wake. It was a bittersweet sight.
Only her ashes remained but the place was festooned with a lot of her stuff. Her lipsticks. Her books. Her clothes. Her handbag. Her shoes.
Apparently, I was one of the first to arrive today and I was greeted by her mother. She did not remember me at first. But when I said my name, it all came back to her.
From her mother's stories, I now know she succumbed to cardiac arrest when she was being prepared for her bone marrow transplant.
At that point, I thought God was merciful and kind. The pain from that kind of surgery supposedly cannot be dulled be anesthesia. He spared her from the pain and suffering of surgery and recovery. He took her right there and there in a great act of compassion and mercy.
Then, her father arrived. Unlike her mother, who I don't see often, I worked for her father for a few years. I think he was genuinely glad to see me there. We talked for a while and asked me how I was doing. And I expressed my sincerest sympathies to him, as he was also like a father to me.
Then before the mood descended any further, a few of our friends arrived. It snatched me from my depressed mood and cheered my up a little because I have not seen for a long time, especially that other congressman's daughter whom my other friends mistaken as the one who died.
Anyway, I'm back in the house and I'm gearing up for the next choir practice here in a few hours.
I'm thinking of going back there tonight. More updates later.
transcription by Punzi @ 4:21 PM
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