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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop The Other Side of February
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop The Other Side of February | The Other Side of February |
| Saturday, 08 March 2008 | |
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February is a merry month for a lot of us. Valentine's day, prom nights, and alumni homecoming-- these are just some of the usual happenings in February. It was the best alumni homecoming for a lot of us who hailed from UST-EHS. Some were reconnected to their long-lost friends. A lot gained new connections. Then one by one, we bid our short goodbyes. Some went back abroad, some, to their usual life in this country. Our spirits were all high, floating in cloud 9. We promised to keep in touch. We all wished we'd see each other again. But some didn't expect that it'd be soon. Never that we expect that it would be in a different kind of gathering. Today, I will see some of them again. But this time there's nothing to celebrate-- for it could be either, at the wake of his mom, or at the hospital where the husband of one of our dear alumni is in critical condition. Some fear death or the aftermath of death. But we live then we die. If it is just that simple then maybe (just maybe) we could move on fast and easy. The departed to the other world and those they have left behind to a new chapter of their lives. But it is never that simple. The transition between life and death is never simple. No matter how we say it, that death would bring one to a better place, no matter how we put it, it is never easy for the bereaved. And I assume it's never easy for those who gets the chance to choose from holding on for life and from submitting to the call of death, knowing what they could leave behind and not knowing what awaits them, on what we were made to believe, on the other world. The distance from this world to the other will never be bridged by any of our technology. But I know it's amazing how we will never feel apart if only we'd let go. I know, in time, it is possible to move on. But while some of us can't, all those who were able to, could make a pact: to keep holding, the hands of those who are in pain... until they learn to let go. God bless us all: good health, good life, and a good set of friends. |
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