“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.” – Steve Jobs Connecting the dots is something you only get to do when you are old enough and can look back over 30 or 40 years of your life, and begin to see the patterns. It
Category: Mourning
Champagne was one of the rare cats who loved rides on any kind of vehicle. Her least favourite was airplanes, and I always marveled at her capacity to sit for long hours in a car without complaining. Trains she found interesting as well, but what made her happiest most of all were bus rides. For
In Memoriam Champagne – The TravelCat DivaJune 2013 – November 4, 2019 My spirit animal and emotional support companion crossed The Rainbow Bridge today. She was a Persian cat born in Thailand in 2013 to a breeder who meant well. When she was barely a few months old, Champagne was adopted on the condition that
A couple of weeks ago I treated myself to an amaryllis plant. There is a small flower shop right at the train station where I catch my train to work on a daily basis. I was feeling particularly down that day and decided to walk in, since they were selling the autumn and winter plants
My Aunt Rosemay passed away this morning in Los Angeles, CA, and I am at a loss for words. I hadn’t seen her in decades, and we were never close, but she was family, and that is all that matters. There is not much I can tell you about Aunty Rosemay, but she taught me
It is almost inconceivable to me that today marks Daddy’s third death anniversary. Three years. Time has flown bye and I feel as though he is still very much around. Perhaps I can no longer pick up the phone and call home to find out what he is up to today, or listen to his
We held hands since the the moment I was born, sometime with anger, others with frustration, but always with love. Her hands were the ones that taught me how to play, eat, cook, explore, and fight back. It was her hands I always sought whenever I woke up from all the reconstructive surgeries I underwent
On my very first day of class as a college freshman at the Ateneo de Manila University, I met Jason in my English Honours class. We were the chosen ones to learn from the wisdom and brilliance of the late Doreen Fernandez, and were all a bit intimated by life, college, and being an Atenean.
Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee,
I grew up with the Halloween – All Saints Day – All Souls Day fusion version of North America, Mexico and the Philippines. My mother decorated the house for Halloween and kept the decorations up for the colourful and lively Mexican Dia de los Muertos, then we paid homage to the dearly beloved in the
