Bet Tin will not read this entry emtirely kse masyadong mahaba 🙂
Len says that she likes my feet daw! She kras my feet 🙂 which is anti thesis to how I feel about my -ugh-feet. I’ve always thought that my feet were the ugliest! I have flat feet. So that means that they’re wwiiiiidddeeee! Parang bangka-ay barko- pala. So to compensate, I buy dddeee—viinnnneee (ala Rita Gomez voice) shoes para di halata how panget they are. As she said, I have good taste in footwear which I am actually proud of… hehehe…i love shoes! that i think is the understatement of the year. shoe fetish? yes. a little imelda? yes. So how many shoes do I have? I have yet to count. But I can say that I have a lot! One of these days I will reserve one day to count and do an accounting of my shoes. maybe I can sell some of them..sell a used shoe..blech!
I just have one question though…why is it that we’re (women) good with choosing our shoes, clothes and what nots but have absolutely poor taste in men…***belinda scratches her head, puts on her headset and lights up a yosi…***
For Chris and Mitch (again), the poem below is for you guys. Don’t be saddened by what happened. God has a purpose why they took your love ones away. We might not understand the reason why but who are we to question the whys and hows of the Lord. Let’s just be happy knowing that they are with Him right now. What else is more beautiful than that? Maybe He needs more angels up there. Maybe God wanted them to be your angels instead of the one you have now because He knows that they will take better care of you.
God looked around his Garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon his earth and saw your loving face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
His Garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain.
And knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw your path was difficult, he closed you tired eyes, He whispered to you “Peace be Thine” and gave you wings to fly.
When we saw you sleeping so calm and free of pain,
We would not wish you back to earth to suffer once again.
You’ve left us precious memories, your love will be our guide,
You live on through your children, you’re always by our side.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you on the day
God called you home
Chris, though you are going through a different heartbreak, I still know that the pain is overwhelming. I may have never experienced the kind of pain you are feeling now but know that you and Angelo are in my prayers. Though you may feel that its your karma, think of it instead as God’s way of making you kalabit and letting you know He is there for you even if sometimes we tend to forget Him in our busy every day lives. Isn’t it heartwarming to know that you now have a little angel watching over you?
Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat.
I was at the funeral of my dearest friend – my mother.
She finally had lost her long battle with cancer.
The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times.
Always supportive, Mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father’s death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life.
When Mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her.
I counted it an honor.
“What now, Lord?” I asked sitting in church.
My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss.
My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife’s hand.
My sister sat slumped against her husband’s shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child.
All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone.
My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk,taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication,reading the Bible together.
Now she was with the Lord.
My work was finished, and I was alone.
I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church.
Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor.
An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me.
He folded his hands and placed them on his lap.His eyes were brimming with tears.
He began to sniffle. “I’m late,” he explained, though no explanation was necessary.
After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, “Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of ‘Margaret’?”
“Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary. No one called her ‘Mary,'” I whispered.
I wondered why this person couldn’t have sat on the other side of the church.
He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting.
Who was this stranger anyway?
” No, that isn’t correct,” he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, “Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.” “That isn’t who this is.” “Isn’t this the Lutheran church?”
“No, the Lutheran church is across the street.”
“I believe you’re at the wrong funeral, Sir.”
The solemness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man’s mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter.
I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs.
The creaking pew gave me away.
Sharp looks from other mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious.
I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me.
He was laughing, too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an uneventful exit.
I imagined Mother laughing.
At the final “Amen,” we darted out a door and into the parking lot.
“I do believe we’ll be the talk of the town,” he smiled.
He said his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt’s funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee.
That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place.
A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor.
This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time.
In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter.
In place of loneliness, God gave me love.
This past June we celebrated our twenty-second wedding anniversary.
Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, “Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it’s truly a match made in heaven.”
“Sadness is just happiness turned on its ass; it’s all show biz.”-
The Saddest Music in the World
The quote above was s’posed to be the end of today’s entry until I checked on aMgiNe’s blog and read her latest entry entitled: tHe bLeSsiNg Of BeLLe’s fRieNdShiP….teka ako yun a!
at 3am I am crying…the entry was so touching…i usually hate it when people say thank you to me. I don’t like being thanked for for something that i did or had done for them…why…nakakahiya lang…labo? I dunno…i guess its just that I don’t expect anything in return…don’t get me wrong…its not that I don’t appreciate when people say thank you or that i didn’t appreciate what she wrote in her blog…nahihiya lang ako…hehehehe…..but again, I am so touched. Knowing that I am a source of comfort for someone…knowing that I made someone smile or laugh…knowing that I am able to help someone…knowing that they wish me well and knowing that I matter to someone…that is enough for me…
“thanks so much belle. may God bring back all your kindness to me to you a hundred times over here in this earth and eternal life in the next. God bless you….”
I’ll be at your side
There’s no need to worry
Together we’ll survive
Through the haste and hurry
I’ll be at your side
When you feel like you’re alone
And there’s nowhere to turn
I’ll be at your side.
– “At Your Side,” The Corrs