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(Somewhere in El Nido.)
I do not come from a hugging and kissing family. I don’t
remember kissing our aunts or uncles.
And I always felt uncomfortable when my Lola or Inang would hug or kiss
me. We were taught to “bless” when paying respects to older people. (Bless …
the act of putting the hand of an older person on one’s forehead as a sign of
respect.) Even my son is hesitant to kiss my sisters or my travel buddies. He
greets me and his Dad by bowing a bit while we put our hands on his forehead.
My Dad died five months ago. I wasn’t able to see him before
he passed. I wanted to pray the rosary
with him and whisper that I loved him. I
never did say I loved him out loud even during or after our overseas phone calls. But I remember receiving letters from Dad (when
he worked in Guam while I was in 7th grade.) which he always signed at the end with “I love you Anak”. I’m just not sure if I wrote back “I love you Dad.” in my letters.
Life is short. Never
waste a second to say you love someone.
That’s what I people always say.
According to http://www.wolframalpha.com/input/?i=death+rate+world … every two seconds, a person dies.
As I was reading an article an hour ago, the writer said
that if you truly love, you don’t have to be loved back. That would be unconditional love. And you’d be some kind of martyr. … Hmmm … But after giving it some thought, I
guess it would be better not to tell, not to expect to be loved back. Love can be expressed in so many ways.
Sometimes, words are not even needed and the other person already knows.
Life is short. Never
waste a second to show you love. Now,
isn't that better?
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