Losing the Person I Love the Most
Today is the third death anniversary of my sister. Although I have long accepted the fact that she is gone, still I can't help missing her. The thoughts of what happend on this very day three years ago envades my memory as if it happend only yesterday. I remember I was preparing for my flight in Manila to take an exam. Before leaving, I stared at my sister, watched her closely, and held her in my arms. I hugged her and felt her breathe without knowing that those were the last. I said, "I love you and wait for me." Upon arriving in Manila, I've got a text message telling me that she is gone. I am terribly missing her, yet, I know that she is in a much better place now. I know that we will be together again in God's own perfect time.
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Thank you, Fooel!
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Indeed, she certainly feels better than any of us now. Whether you look at death from a religious point of view or from just a phylosophical one, you'll always end up believing that it is not the end, but just the begining of something else.
Whether we die young or we reach the longer life expectancy ever, our journey on this Earth as human beings is incredibly short if compared the endless eons of eternity. So, althought you're missing your sister (as any other caring person on Earth is missing their late relatives and friends), we are all going to meet again in the blink of an eye.
Have faith, in whatever gives you enough strength to go on.
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