A shocking news sprung this morning: two of Ate Beth's siblings died due to an accident early this morning and her niece, the one she's sending to school back in Leyte, is in the hospital.

It took me a moment to absorbed the news into my brain. Even though I have never seen Ate Beth's siblings, the news affected me just as much because Ate Beth have been part of our family for more or less 8 years. I have met her niece, Kristy, when the kid took a vacation here in our house. She was so young back then. Now, imagining the little Kristy that I knew lying in the hospital bed with cast and all is simply just horrible.

After the news, I cannot think of a way how could I show my sympathy with Ate Beth. To all the people that knew "Betcha", as she is fondly called, she is always bubbly and fun to be with. At her attitude and physique, people hardly can say that she's already 30. How much pain and sadness she's going through now is I don't know. To think that yesterday was her mother's death anniversary

Through out the day I have been thinking of the news. As I was thinking of it, I can't help but to think of my own two siblings. No matter how much careful one is, accident happens anytime. What if in a click of fingers my two sibs are gone? What if in a split of a second any one in my family is gone?

This past three weeks my sister and I did not acknowledge the presence of one another. Literally. I mean physically we co-exist but in other aspects, for the two of us, we were ghosts. Fortunately, our relationship now is back to normal. Whatever that normal means.

It just struck me real hard, "what if in the span of that three weeks either of us was gone?" There is like a stone in my chest that pains me whenever I think of this. This thought also gives me goosebumps.

As Murphy's Law put it:

"If anything can go wrong, it will"

Keeping this law in mind, I promise, from this moment onwards, every argument will end before the hour ends, anger will only last for ten minutes utmost, and every love one will be closer than before. And if I am to forget these things, this blog will prove its worth.

Once is enough, twice is too much.

I definitely don't need another gun shot wound for me to realize what should be realized.




*Eternal rest grant unto them O Lord, and let your perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. AMEN.

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