“Past days, I have been very busy thinking a lot, worrying a lot, struggled grasping everything especially in academics. Then, I never did anything fruitful. Time after recollection, I wanted to go home and take a rest, a very long rest, not coming back, not turning my head to the values i am aspiring. Headache,anxiety, worries and other kind of sickness, I was sick. Gospel says about this young man who wanted to enter the Kingdom of God yet his possessions impede him to do so. He was sad. I’m sad. And today, I am assured of help, what this message mean to me?

I had and having so many pre-occupations that made me “sick” right now. I realize how small and frail I am now….”

Aloneness in a beach

When you make a big important decision in life….ask yourself,

“Is this leading me to the eternal?”

My classmate, a sister-nun of the Charles Borromeo Sisters, Sr. Andrea was absent in our Theology class for two Wednesdays and I was not surprise. But today, it’s surprising that my seatmate died few days ago. She went home in Indonesia last September 11 and had a surgical operation but after a complication she had a cardiac arrest that caused her death. She was buried last Sunday.

Out of nineCBsisters in our class, she is the youngest and it is shown by her joyful disposition. She is nice and kind for she always smile all the time. One quality I can’t forget about her is the way she tell stories about Indonesia while gigling in a little crooked english. I admire her passion for entering relgious life as she was already a teacher: a soccer teacher forhisgh school students in one of their schools in Indonesia. A young and beautiful nun at 41, she died early yet I’m sure, her perpetual profession manifests her fidelity to her vocation as a consecrated person.

This is another way of telling other people that all die; death doesn’t exempt. Behind her life lived to the full, is the passion for life that not even death can surpass. That’s the memory that remains.

I miss the early years when I was still working with a foriegn shipping lines…

I miss the days when I was in Jolo, Sulu…

I miss the moment when I was just sleeping all the day long in a beach in the South…

I miss the people whom I was working with…

I miss the nights after vessel operations when I had my time alone at the Port…

I miss this special person whom I first experienced life as a young man…

I miss the things I always do when I was at home…

I miss everything…Wala lang…