Awake at dawn... Because I have Internet connection !
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Bandwagon means a popular trend that attracts growing support. I didn't want to jump on the bandwagon, that of Jesse Robredo's untimely death. I hardly heard of the guy. (my f...
ault really!) but the other morning, at dawn, his image just popped into my half-conscious state. I was vividly seeing how the plane plunged into the water, slowly filling up the cabin with sea water, how his aide tried to unbuckle his seatbelt while they both gasped for breath. This scene kept on playing in my mind like it was on auto-rewind. I stood up from my bed, sat on my chair and forced myself to wake up even if my medicines were at their peak. I didn't want to fall asleep with this dream, this death!
I have written about death numerous times. I guess you can say I am preoccupied with death. I am not suicidal, ok!
The hubby, a few minutes before he fell asleep, asked "what happens after one dies?" I replied, "Nothing ... Absolutely nothing! I hope that there is life after and pray that we go to heaven." He said, "there is no hell. That was just something that the friars made up." ... with that, he went into REM, while I was left with thoughts of death.
My anesthesiologist passed yesterday. I want to visit his family but the Hubby said, we won't go to any wakes or funerals. He knows that this really triggers turmoil in me, torrential downpour of tears much like the habagat, and would last for days, nine days perhaps? I will send a mass card and prayers instead.
Enough about death. At three in the morning, it isn't good to write and think about it. .... I'll do that the day after tomorrow!
/ betsisanders 2012
I have written about death numerous times. I guess you can say I am preoccupied with death. I am not suicidal, ok!
The hubby, a few minutes before he fell asleep, asked "what happens after one dies?" I replied, "Nothing ... Absolutely nothing! I hope that there is life after and pray that we go to heaven." He said, "there is no hell. That was just something that the friars made up." ... with that, he went into REM, while I was left with thoughts of death.
My anesthesiologist passed yesterday. I want to visit his family but the Hubby said, we won't go to any wakes or funerals. He knows that this really triggers turmoil in me, torrential downpour of tears much like the habagat, and would last for days, nine days perhaps? I will send a mass card and prayers instead.
Enough about death. At three in the morning, it isn't good to write and think about it. .... I'll do that the day after tomorrow!
/ betsisanders 2012
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