LOST in SPACE

my place. my life. don't interfere.

 

FACE to FACE

My uncle just died last Thursday. We buried him just this morning. He died because of liver cirosis [dunno if I spelled it correctly]. It's cancer of the liver.

Just two weeks ago, we visited him at his home and he was still so jolly and happy even if he was already sick. He has a very positive outlook in life that we all thought he would still live.

His death is so sudden.

And yet, we were all expecting it already.

I didn't look at his casket for the whole duration of the wake. Even if I was there almost every night since last Thursday. I didn't look.

I can't.

I don't want to remember him lying in a casket, lifeless. I want to remember him just as I saw him two weeks ago - happy and living.

I never looked at anyone who died in a casket. Especially if it's a loved one. It's not because I'm afraid. It's just that I don't want to remember them enclosed in a casket, in just a box when they were so full of life before.

Even a while ago, when our Pastor asked us to take one last look at him - I didn't approach the casket. I still can't look. I just threw flowers when he was being lowered into the ground.

For some reason, I was not really grieving the way most of my relatives are a while ago. It's probably because a month ago, before he died - he accepted Christ as His Saviour.

I'm happy he's in heaven now with the Lord.

Someday, I'll see him face to face again - happy and living in the Lord.

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some of the pictures I took while in Baguio. it's so relaxing to be taking pictures again.

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