Today, I came home from Iloilo. Ron and I crossed seas to visit Danes and her family and sympathize with her family as she lost a great man in his life, her father. That's the second wake/funeral that we have attended this year, with Ron's aunt as the first.
At our age, the reality of death is hitting us by the face. Our parents are getting old, weak, and going in that direction. I am not really afraid of death perse. I am perhaps afraid of losing a loved one over death. The void that he/she leaves you with, emptiness and loneliness sweeping your entirety. How could I overcome when that happens? That is what I am afraid of.
It dawned on me that indeed, death will come into our doorsteps, anytime. We are only left with limited time. As I am living away from my mom, as much as I can, I am spending time with her. Because I don't want to miss my opportunity.