Lost & Found

i lost my lola last sept. 13. she was 91 years old. in all the years that i have spent with her, i know that she has never dreaded death. much as i want to cry over the pain of her passing, i know, somehow, she wanted all this to end.
i saw my sister again also during this time. what i feel for her, i can’t quite fathom. i guess there is still the remorse for the fact that she left… and never returned until now. funny that a death somehow brings the family closer. relatives you don’t always see would come rushing to your arms to give a hug, lend a hand, share a tear… perhaps, its the pain that binds us closer together. it was said that adversity makes one realize the importance of family and good friends.
i don’t know what i have lost… my lola is now just a name, not a person. still, i believe that her spirit lives with us. what i have gained? a lot of realizations in life, the significance of good family ties and the worth of great friends. i now know that no one is invincible and the great relationships we have now can never be forever.

"is death too soon then? No, its just on time…"