This morning on my way to the office...
Guard at the Gatehouse: "Good morning Ma'am! Ang ganda po talaga ng ngiti ninyo this week. I-share naman po ninyo ang magandang balita."
I'm evil I know... But I can't help it. I've tried but apparently, there's no covering this up.
Cue "Feelings Show" by Colbie Caillat. Play.
Death. No one is comfortable about it, no one is practiced in handling it. But is a certainty of life.
I flew to Capiz last Friday for the funeral of Carlo's mom. For a week before that, I struggled with words as I kept in touch with the Kit and Carlo. There's simply nothing to say. As I stayed up late at night reading text messages from them the first few nights after their mother passed away, I took almost an hour to reply.
Sunday afternoon, people told me I should go. I dreaded the idea of being there but being silent. What use would I be to the bereaved in that way? I would only be a burden to them as I stayed with them. But God cleared the path for me, I obeyed and flew there.
I spent my entire afternoon there tongue-tied. And we wouldn't talk. But by evening, I realized that my words weren't going to help anyway. So I listened. I sat there silent. And to my surprise, only then did the stories came forth... So did the grief... We just sat there most of the time after that in silence and somehow that was all that was needed.
There was much temptation to fill the silence, to tell them to let it out, to tell them this and that. But I knew words would fall flat. It was a time to stand by them, share their loss, be still and know God there.
"...is a love that is there for the other.
It seeks to give. It wants to serve. It endeavors to protect. It strains to nurture.
Loves sees what others often cannot see. It looks simply at the outer person, with its beauty or lack thereof. It looks at the inner person and sees its potentiality, and its woundedness.
And in seeing does not flee or attempt to remake the other. But it stays long enough to be close, to care and to empower."
-- Whispers from the Edge of Eternity
There are no words I can say to comfort you as you lie in bed waiting for sleep and hoping to dream of her...
I trust that God will keep you, all of you.
Me and Nellie have decided to sell some pretty necklaces and a bag from Cebu. Please check out our first batch of accessories, by clicking on the link below:
Eccaia ana is Quenyan for ocean gift and you'll find out why we chose this name if you click on that link! 
Don't worry, nothing's going to bore a hole in your wallet. Everything is affordable (think Divi or St Francis!) and really cute. If I hadn't bought contacts, I would have bought most of our stock...
So check it out and just give us a buzz if you're interested in anything.
Erg! I forgot to bring my camera again. I've been planning to post family pictures taken during the holidays.
It's the little things you forget... And how they all pile up!
Some things are probably best seen then left alone. No dreams, no hopes, no urgent pleas in the dark for definition and clarity.
I thought I was ready. I still think I am. I've been told things like these never work out the way you think it will, even if you have considered hundred of scenarios. Something always happens and it changes things. I never thought I would be scared. But I am.
Answers came so easy before. Now they don't. I think I more or less played by the rules. But did that help?
Now I'm dodging the questions. Because now this is serious. It's not a scenario. It's a scene. And it could change the rest of our lives.
Forget that:
And remember:
Cheers!
