Sunday, April 18, 2010

You are well remembered today.

How could I forget? Was that 10 or eleven years ago? The memory will forever be etched from my memory.
As I recall what happened to this day I still cry. This is the day my mother died. I very well remember everything what happened on that day, sad huh.Yes it was until I read this book that I borrowed from my colleague.
Many things happened in our lives now. I thought I had overcome everything but the book, I think was a God sent to me. I read in that book "Embrace by the Light" by Betty J. Eadie www.embracedbythelight.com the reason for us being here on earth and we need not be afraid in this final stage because God will be there to meet us. I remembered that you were talking in your deathbed about your father and mother that they are there to fetch you. I remember I was crying. I am not ready but no amount of time for us to get ready no matter how long it is, it's still short especially if that person is dear to you. Yes, so dear to us that I have to accept that though our family is not that bonded but we were together before through suffering all because you were there. You were our bond.
I now understand why mama has to leave. She had successfully live life here on earth. She had her own share of suffering in fact a lot of suffering. I always remember her if I hear or saw a victim of abuse. She was a battered wife indeed, every night she suffered but like any woman who has lost a great deal of self worth. She keeps coming back to my father. Yes you can call her "marter" in our dialect. I could not remember a Christmas without crying, while the others are celebrating the birth of Christ we are crying because they are fighting. Ya,ya,ya it's like a drama.
Anyway I could not say that my experience is worthless. It made me vow not to get married if this is the way married life has to be. I won't. But God has no plans for me not getting married. My experience taught me a lot, it taught me to live life not the same way before. I now realize that my experience is an eye opening to us all. I should not let my mother's suffering put to waste by forgetting our life before, not to cry over spilled milk but rather act on it. Do something about it.
You are well remembered not just today but everyday. I know that all of us have a final stage in our life. I know you will be there to help us also.
This experience I can say is one of my treasure.


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