Beyond Words

 

Perhaps the greatest pain that I need to bear is accept that a beloved son has gone ahead of me.  As a believer in God, I tried to accept the fact that Jet is no longer in this world. That we do not have a permanent lease in life; that we are just ultimate stewards of life and that can end anytime.

 

It is said that children are arrows in the family quiver and the loss of a son is a loss of a precious arrow.  Jet’s death filled me with deep sorrow especially that I won’t see his face even for the last time. I would just be content in embracing the urn which bears his ashes.  But, I am consoling myself that he has gone in this contagion under such an unfortunate circumstance that the living cannot even mourn for their dead.

 

I need not question God why this happened because He knows what is best for us. In due time, discernment will come why this has to happen. Amidst all the unhappy feelings, I am staying strong with the belief that I can go all through this through Him who gives me strength.

 

My beloved Jet maybe gone, but he has left footprints not only in my heart and life but in yours, too.  I am relieved that I can see part of Jet in his children, in his wife, in his sister, in his relatives, in his friends and acquaintances.  Your messages give me comfort and solace that I was able to raise a good son who touched lives, who grew to be a worthy son of God.

 

Now, all I have is gratitude for all who comforted us and made sure that Jet gets a decent send off on his Journey to the Father’s Home. I also thank God for giving me a son who made me a mother and a grandmother.  Thank you for the love Jet.  I commend your spirit to the Almighty and may His perpetual life always shine on you.

 

SALAMAT, SALAMATGod bless us all.  Goodbye, Jet.  You will always be loved.

10.29.21- Written for a beloved friend on the untimely loss of her beloved son.

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