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Francis M’s death really caught me off guard, too. He’s a household name, so it really feels like something’s been lost when he passed away. And you’re right, he was too young. May God have mercy on his soul, as well. And God bless you for your compassion to his children. :)

i started crying (as in) on the third paragraph. I’m just really sensitive about this kind of issues.

Stay strong.

*hugs*

Thank you for the comforting words.. One other thing that makes this “moving on” seem easy is friends who don’t fail to show how much they care. Thank you!

Every tear you cried dried in the palm of My hand,
Every lonely hour was by My side.
Every loved one lost, every river crossed
Every moment, every hour was pointing to this day,
I’ve been longing for this day…
Sing O Son of Zion
Shout O child of Mine
Rejoice with all your heart and soul and mind.
Sing O daughter of Zion,
Cry out, O child of Mine,
Rejoice with all your heart and soul and mind
For you are finally Home.
- The Martyr’s Song (Todd Agnew)

I’m praying for your dad’s soul and you and your family, may you all find strength in this time. *hugs again*

Pero iniisip ko na lang na ganyan talaga ang buhay…sabi sa isang book, our physical presence o buhay natin ngayon is just a dream, we will eventually go back to our real life sa kabilang mundo kung saan man yun hayz.

–> I was almost gona cry na until I reached this part and remembered your brothers, “Yes. That’s him.” :,)

Hey friend, I get you. *hug* I know people would often say that they understand and they know how we feel, and deep down we would say, “You DON’T KNOW how it feels.” But for this particular instance in your life, I can say with full conviction that I KNOW.

Til now I still get comments from that blogpost I made about my Dad passing away, and it still warms my heart everytime I know that somewhere, someone knows how it feels. That’s how I felt reading this post. I feel the pain (and the peace) in your every sentence. :)

There will always be that empty seat, I often say. In your brother’s wedding, in the dining table, on Christmas day, and maybe someday in OUR own weddings, or when we have to raise up our own kids (hmm). And pramis girl, there will be more tears to come. :) And I say that in a good way. I think we, who lost our fathers at an early time in our lives, are special. Lalo na ung mga daddy’s girls (like us, and hey, Maxene too), God intended our lives to be this way for a purpose. And who can ever question His wisdom, right? :)

So cry lang girl. And let me know if you need one, I’ll be your crying partner. :) Think, we could have our coffee together, then maybe my dad and your dad are having coffee together up there too. :)