i missed my classes yesterday to attend the burial of marichu's mother. the church was packed even though it was a work day. of course it probably had to do with the fact that marichu's father is the vice mayor of their municipality but i'd like to think it's more because marichu's mom was truly loved by a lot of people. she spent 31 years of her life as a teacher, she was only 53 when she passed on. she had cardiac arrest and never made it more than two days. it was all too swift and i can just imagine how devastating it must have been for marichu and her family. i admire the way marichu handled the ceremonies yesterday. she's tougher than most of us think she is. i hope she knows she isn't alone in her pain even if she hid it well, too well even.
Just on Monday, I also heard news on one of my friends' father passing away. This friend is actually my younger sister's classmate in high school but I've always been close to my siblings' classmates and even family. In Danielle's case, I got to spend a day in their house when I came over to tutor her on her math subject. That was only two years ago. Her father was quite a figure, so full of life, able to contort his face in the funniest ways. That time, he kept on teasing Danielle and telling me stories which only made me think how proud he was of his daughters.
I'm very emotional when it comes to these news because they really hit home. I was only seven when my father passed away due to a vehicular "accident." It crushes my heart right now to think of how my friends must be feeling the pain that I felt then. But I was only seven and a seven year old was too young to really feel the pain that my friends now feel. But still the news hit too close to home.
And I hate being sad.
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