Autumn Leaves, an acrylic painting by betsisanders

Title: Autumn Leaves
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.)