Title: Autumn Leaves
Size: 5 x 7 inches
Medium: Acrylic on Museum Wrapped Canvas
Artist: betsisanders 2015
Size: 5 x 7 inches
Medium: Acrylic on Museum Wrapped Canvas
Artist: betsisanders 2015
Death is the end of someone’s life story. Perhaps, the loss of one person’s
significance is what makes death pitiful, pathetic, sorrowful and filled with
grief. It’s been a year since my Dad passed. Daddy died last year. Only my siblings
and their families were there. Nobody else showed up, not even me. Was there a
service? Was there someone from the clergy to say a few comforting words? I don’t
know. I wasn’t there to say rest in
peace Dad.
Dad wanted his cremains brought back to Manila. Thanks to my
dear friend, Dr. Aimee, for bringing Dad home.
Dad wanted to be laid to rest with Nanay in some crypt, preferably in
Loyola. That would be my job, to bring
my parents together in a final resting
place.
I am talking about death again. It is certain. It’s probably
just around the corner waiting. It is my greatest fear. But you know what I
pray for? I ask Him to take me first.
I am an old girl, at
the autumn of my life. “Winter is coming.” Haha … that phrase which is often
said in every episode of my favorite series.
(Oh… I’m sidetracked again.) Talking
of autumn, it’s the most colorful season, also the most loved, second to
spring. But as it ends, there lurks sadness, a dreary feeling, cold that makes one shudder.
(Thanks to Dodinsky for this inspirational quote.)
