The Irony of Life and Death
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Nine years ago yesterday, just right after celebrating the last Christmas of his life, my father finally decided to stop fighting for us. How ironic is that? We celebrate life on Christmas and mourn for our dad’s death the following day. Welcoming New Year’s Day with one member missing in the family and you know he is no longer coming back is simply unimaginable.
Though we’ve been through with the emotional struggles his passing has brought us, we still can’t help but reminisce each time.
Yesterday, despite the pouring rain we still went to visit his grave, lighted some candles and offered prayers for him. It has also been a custom of our family to celebrate his death anniversary not because we’re glad he’s gone but because we’re happy that he is now in his final resting place – free from worldly pain and sufferings.
My family is grateful to those relatives and friends who never fail to remember him and his passing day. They are who gave us comfort – prayed, feast and reminisce with us – making things lighter for us at the end of the day.
Though we’ve been through with the emotional struggles his passing has brought us, we still can’t help but reminisce each time.
Yesterday, despite the pouring rain we still went to visit his grave, lighted some candles and offered prayers for him. It has also been a custom of our family to celebrate his death anniversary not because we’re glad he’s gone but because we’re happy that he is now in his final resting place – free from worldly pain and sufferings.
Hi Nancy, salamat kaayo sa laag dear...
mao ba Nancy, a day after Christmas jud diay ni pass away si father...
whereever he is right now Nans.. for sure he's happy... Happy New Year my dear blogging friend!