Thanks for the Memories

Never Alone

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love

Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone

I was ecstatic to start this day for I thought it would mean rest-physically, mentally and emotionally. I didn't have enough sleep the day before yesterday for I've been busy lately on some school stuffs. Early this morning, while I was wondering what would happen at school, a phone call shocked us all- it was from my tito from Davao. I knew that call meant bad news, for my lolo was rushed to the hospital again, and was under observation in the ICU. I was hoping for a word not worse as death, but the expression I saw on my father's face, I knew that was it. I went to school with the question if my speculation was right, and just made myself believe that it was not the one I was expecting my father to tell. I acted as if nothing happened until I was homed from school. My younger brother broke the word to me, and asked if I knew anything about it. I said I knew all about it, though I was really hoping it was not true; I was denying the truth, and I am really worried for my father for he love my lolo so much. I knew the news would aggravate the worries and fears, especially my lola, who is in a delicate condition because of diabetes,and for she does not have any idea about what had happened. I am worried how will my grandma take it, and how will the family break the word to her.

My lolo is a great man. He had served the country as a military officer before his retirement. He helped in the peace and order of Mindanao, and asked the government shelter for those military retirees, granting many dreams. Though our family seldom see him personally-for we reside in Manila, and them, in Davao- he had never forgotten our birthdays and he thoughtfully sent us presents. When I was a child, I often send him letters, and knew he was proud of me when I first went to Davao. He kept the letters and gifts I sent him for Christmas, which happened to be his birthday, too. My father often tells us stories about how he had raised them, and how he had sent them to good schools despite of being an average family, and the likes. It was pity we were not able to spend more time together. I feel guilty again, for I have not told him verbally how much I love and respect him, for he is my idol. I am thankful God gave me a loving and kind lolo.

Thanks for those who showed great concern and expressed their sympathy.
Please pray for the eternal repose of the soul of my lolo.