Letting go..

Hay..ang lungkot, my friend from Congress died last Sunday, 10 June, after a 3-year bout with the big C. And she's just 43 yrs old. I told myself I will not cry but when I saw her lying in the coffin I lost it. Kuya Bobby comforted me and told me to let go..to just let go. He was so composed, not even a tear. Maybe because they have been preparing to face that moment for so many years now, they have learned to managed their grief and sadness so gracefully.

I regret not calling her even if I have a million opportunities to do so.
I regret cutting our phone conversations short.
I regret not visiting her and seeing her in her final days with us.
I regret not nagging her to attend my wedding.
I regret not opening more of myself to her inspite of her openness to me.
I regret not doing everything I can to make her physical suffering more manageable.

The list is just endless.

Ate Sonia, you will be sorely missed.