It's not the first time I write about death in my blog. As my sister puts it, "I've learned to accept death" for what it is. It is a life unfulfilled, a life with regrets that should bring sorrow.
And, ever so NOT subtly, death always brings us to think about life. I do not regret one thing that I've done, because every single step, every so-called mistake, every tear, every smile, every achievement, every failure has brought me to where I am today. I'm learning to love myself for who and what I am...regardless of the mood that I wake up in the morning in... I even gifted myself an "all about me" calendar to help me with this.
It was something else that moved me... something else that day that brought me all kinds of sadnesses.
As we said our final goodbyes, my grandfathers sister cried. There were no sobs; only tears. That's when I thought "what will happen when anyone of my close friends... what's going to happen when I have to say goodbye to my sisters".
I shouldn't have thought about this, but it was unavoidable. How am I going to have to let go? How will things happen? Will I be ready? Will it be unexpected? How old will we be? Who will be there? Will I think "I've learned to accept death"? Probably not. I'll probably be angry, and sad, and devasted and in despair. It will be horrible. It will go down as the saddest day of my life.
I promise to enjoy their company as much as I can. I want to enjoy their LIFE and celebrate each and every day of it, hopefully until we're too old to recognize each other. hehe. I don't know. This post has no point, really. They're just words on a screen. Fleeting thoughts put on "paper" to make them more real. Death happens. We must be ready for it. Life. Love. Laugh. Cry. Hug. Jump. Sing. Dance. Drink. Go out. Stay in. Enjoy a Movie. Gossip. Read. Live. Just live the life not even we imagine so when something like this happens, we have no regrets.
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