My two weeks vacation in the province is finally over. And i'm back to the real world. Somehow it was a wonderful experience.A life that is far from the busy world and the buzz of the city... no phone calls, no internet. I wasn't on a vacation for good i know. I was there to make vigil of my grandmother's wake. She died on a day before the Holy week, at the age of 82. Wherever she may be right now, for sure, she's already happy with the rest of our loved ones in heaven.
I've always been a person once very afraid to see a dead person in a coffin. But my nine days vigil on my lola's wake made me the person i wasn't used to. Suddenly,I found myself even wiping dust on my granny's coffin after sometimes on the mornings. And i say, i've conquered my fear. My stay in the province also helped so i can build closeness with my relatives, especially the people I hardly figure out the attitude before. Being observant in a way made me understand that these are the people (my relatives)that i should love and value even more, regardless of how different our views or opinions may be about things...not only because they're my real family and the same blood runs our viens but merely because no matter what...God put us as one family in His love. LOVE like some of us who simply feel so alone might have needed at some point in our life...somehow my life in the province helped me for good. I made recollections (i long needed this..far from being in a state of busyness)...in some of my solitary moments when i would sit down in front of lola's coffin, a lot of things and realization came to me. And that things will have to come to an end...they die..they wither...so that in everyday of our life, we can learn to appreciate and value every circumstance and people who come and will eventually have to go. I realize that the world won't ever stop revolving after every painful experience. Surely, i would miss some of them..i even miss them more when i think of them...the people i care for and hold so dear in my heart...but life doesn't end only because some wonderful connections end.
My life in the province..the pictures and the memories i bring with me as i go back to the city life are the things that add to how i have become and how i will become as a person. And i personally thank "Nanay"(this is how we addressed our grandmother)for all of these.