Scary! Isn’t it?
A week ago, heard news about our former office mate, Glo, who died cause of aneurysm. After 13 years of staying in Enchanted Kingdom, she resigned to grab a greener opportunity in Canada. Sadly, she stayed there for only 2 months.
Together with ms. ruth, ate belle, vansy, kuya jun and sir greg, we visited her wake and heard great things about her… a good daughter, sister, tita and friend…
What’s my point here? What if i’ll die tomorrow? Will they say great things about me too? Will i hear nice words from them? Have i touched lives? Many lives? After a day or two, will they still remember me? Will they still know me? Will they still care to visit me? Will they still give me flowers?
What if i know i’ll die tomorrow? Then today i’ll visit a priest and confess all my sins… and the rest of my time will be spend with my love ones…
And since i’ll die tomorrow, then today, i’ll be thanking my family who accept and love me as me… no conditions… for my mom, who always try to understand all my moods… for my dad who stand by me… for bang who’s my opposite, who sometimes too close and then too far… for beh who’s my another opposite, who always makes me laugh and sometimes makes me cries, who at times act as my elder sister too… for our baby… jedd yoel, for bringing more smiles in our home… you’ll always be my bum-bum…
For my friends who stand by me through thick and thin, who knows me from head to foot… who knows what i wanted to say when my eye brow goes up and down… who knows my silence…
for starbird who… who… who…
And for those people that i hurt, conscious and unconscious… sorry na lang po… tao lang talaga, mejo maldita…
and in the end, i can proudly say that i am a descendant of Mother Theresa who says that "love is giving until it hurts…"
a day or two after tomorrow… i’ll face my Creator
when He ask me what have i done…
i’ll say… i loved more…
*originally posted at friendster blog*
