memento mori...

Memento mori (Latin: "remember (that you have) to die"^[2]) is the medieval Latin theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits. It is related to the ars moriendi ("The Art of Dying") and related literature. Memento mori has been an important part of ascetic disciplines as a means of perfecting the character, by cultivating detachment and other virtues, and turning the attention towards the immortality of the soul and the afterlife. yes, how sad...but life's end is dying. so let's enjoy life while we can. let's smile more while we could. let's love Jesus always by helping each other and not hurting each other. in other words as time ticks away, life ticks away as well...as we who believe in heavens it meant that it does shorten the time that we will see God and all our dearly departed and beloved relatives and friends.

how will it end...

in the beginning it starts with a cry
with lots and lots of laughter in between
as we grow and grow older everyday
then it ends with the sunset in the west
it dims till we can't open our eyes anymore
as we drift in eternal repose
with God our heavenly Father by our side
with our departed love ones to welcome us by...

see.. dying is not bad after all. it is just sadness at first glance but it will be happiness at last... "memento mori" it is JC's signature on all of his emails he said since 2006...and i did not know it till today...this boy is something else, laughs...okay his dad just died last april so please God help us...

divine chapel in the sky

the chapel of our second saint, San Pedro Calungsod at SM Aura in Taguig. located on the 7th floor with a beautifully landscaped garden around...

in loving memory...

 

memories of our love ones...

Frosted flakes in that window pane,

Sturdy stems of evergreens,
Wind swept shadows in my window glass,
Peeping softly and as silent
As my beating heart...

these shadows are our love ones visiting. my dad and my husband are on the same place on earth and in heaven now. Tito your wish has been fulfilled, you and manong Oscar are on the same grave. The longest days are the 2 days we waited for my husband's viewing in the states. I arranged his funeral services only less than half a day but here in the Philippines it took forever to complete all the paper works of him and his brother to be buried at Eternal Garden...it is an ordeal...I thank my family, relatives, HS classmates, co-workers, our unit manager and friends for their support in my family's time of sorrow and despair.

we used to take the middle seats of the plane four of us. now we take the window seats. It is a torture to see your husband suffer after a debilitating stroke. I never expected this to happen but life is a puzzle that can only be solved with each passing days. we carry on with our hearts broken. we will try to smile in spite of the void, in spite of the tears...