This is too much for me. A couple of weeks ago, an auntie of mine died from her sleep in Iran. She’s the oldest out of 5 children (My mom was the youngest out of them all). I never got to see her…the last time I saw her was way back when I was a college student back in the Philippines, she was 66 years old…and now, my favorite cousin…Mark died last Monday (Philippine Time) on his sleep too. He was 24 years old, a year behind me. We’ve both lived our child hood at the same community and we’re just a couple of blocks away from each other. I need to stress this out, he is my favorite cousin. He will always do whatever I tell him to do and he will always listen to me, no matter what the reason is. I know he looked up to me as his big brother since I was the one who got exposed to a somewhat better life style than him and I promised myself that I will take care of him whenever possible.
I’m both burdened by these sudden deaths of my loved ones because I never…ever got the chance to see them and say Hey, look at me now…I’ve improved so much. I know both of you are in heaven…and I know both of you are at peace already. Mahal ko kayo parehas, mahal na mahal na mahal ko kayo. Sayang hindi ko na kayo nakita uli pero alam ko magkikita din tayo sa kabilang mundo.
I’ve never actually cried over someone’s death ever since I was a kid…I choose to not cry and be depressed about it, nothings going to bring them back. Instead I choose to remember all the good days that happened when they were still alive.
