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A moment ago my mom told me that one of their fellow Couples for Christ member has just died. I was shocked of course because all of them, especially during the Christmas parties which I occasionally attend while I was younger and until now, were just happy and up for the celebration. Plus many weeks ago, I stumbled upon the burial CD of my dear Aunt Helen. My sister and I watched it, but when it was just still on the first part, the part when they showed her lying in the coffin, she bursted into tears. I was trying to comfort her, and I didn’t cry on the outside, I’m tired of seeing my tears falling down to my face when I cry, but rather I sobbed and cried inside. Like my heart was very fragile and vulnerable at that moment when we saw again a painful memory that her death left behind. I can now recover from it, but during the time when she just died and was going to be buried, I cried of course because I experienced the death of a relative that I grew up with. She was so close to our hearts because my cousins and I were treated by her as her own children. She became our second mother too. There are a lot of happy memories of her that I still could remember, like the time when we were pestering around in her house then she commanded us to go to the living room because she was going to punish us. Of course we were just children and we didn’t know what to say. My cousin said that he should be hung upside down. My other cousin said that he should be cooked. I said that I should be spanked. My sister said to say sorry. I can still remember it fresh from my memory. Another one is when she had headaches while she was still alive, she would call to our house and look for me and then ask me to sing for her to make her headache go away. She told me before she died was that my singing to her was effective, it did vanish her headaches. She was also a happy person, always cracking jokes and making us feel better through saying things that would make us laugh. I miss her, but I know now that she is in a better place watching over us and protecting us. I hope that she is protecting my cousin especially, her younger son because he is a little misguided especially during these times that he is growing up as a teen. Now my view on death is this. It is the good side effect of living, why? Because when you die it doesn’t matter how much money you made, nor how high you got in your job or how powerful you think you are. When you die, what matters is the hearts of the people that you have touched and your true and loyal friends that can remember you as a friend who stayed true to yourself. So whenever we have problems, we should always turn to God for help because he IS there to help us. He would know how to guide us and help us solve our problems. Well it all ends here, at least for now. Ciao for now! Peace out!!! :-)