Friday, December 16, 2011

A Beautiful Misery

"To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
Clara Ortega

Two little kids were kneeling and crying. "We won't fight anymore." The older one said. The younger one nodded with tears in his eyes. They both pleaded to their mother. "We won't fight anymore, we promise." They both said as they hugged each other. 

The girl was awarded monthly as the most behaved student in her class. She barely spoke.Her classmates regularly tried to pick fights with her but she would just walk off;  they took her stuff away but she just shrugged; they ruined her things but she didn't cry. She never seemed to care about anything. 

One day her brother told her that he was being bullied by a classmate. Without a word, she got up and charged at the kid, shoved him hard and angrily said, "Don't you ever do that to my brother, you...!  Don't you ever touch him again!!!" Her brother hugged her and she saw he was scared. She held his hand and they walked away.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!??" The brother now a teenager, asked his sister. "Well, I  finished the game for you. You seem to be having a hard time." "WHAT?!?!" He stormed away and slammed the door as she laughed at his annoyance.

A couple of years later, "Cool...!" said the sister. "You know, we're going to get in trouble, I'm not supposed to be driving yet." "Doesn't matter. Just bump into inanimate objects, not people.  Though preferably, you should try not to bump into anything or anyone. Got it?" The brother smiled and the two went on a joy ride.

Both of them are now grown ups. The brother shook his sister who suffered from insomnia and had barely slept. He told her he was hungry. "Go ask the house help to get you something." She mumbled. "Let's eat together." He said, and she grogily got up from bed and sighed.

Later that day the brother asked her to scratch his back as he always would. She was annoyed but she did anyway. Then he asked her to brush his hair and she did. They talked and tried to annoy each other as they customarily did. 

A few days later... 

She watched as her whole family mourn at his funeral;
She watched as they closed the lid of his casket;
She tried to gather every inch of her courage as she silently prayed for him to go to the light.

"Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk."
- Susan Scarf Merrell

As bright and festive lights illuminate the busy nights;  as Christmas carols play and fill the air, and as People flock on the malls. It's that time of the year once again, for friends and families spend moments together to rejoice. 
A time to share, a time to give and a time to remember....

The people who once shared a part of them with us and molded us to what we are now. They are the ones I miss the most; they're the ones I will keep in my heart no matter what happens. 

I would like to offer this post to all the people who have once lived and walked amongst us; I offer this post to family members and friends who still grieve for their loss. Truly, they will always be missed. 

Dear Piggy,
Pao misses you. We used to attend simbang gabi  together. Now, it all seems different without you...
I haven't even started shopping for gifts because you aren't here, it's hard without a 2nd opinion, with no one to help me carry the shopping bags anymore. No one to lecture me about how I  spend way too much. :P 
I know our lives will never be the same. But I also know that you would have wanted us to stay happy, so for you we will. :)
I love you and you know, I always have and always will.

PS. Pao will smile. I haven't forgotten that you thought I'm fugly when I cry.

"It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on!" 
- Author Unknown

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