saddest memory... :(

It was four years ago... the saddest thing that happened in my entire life... really broke my heart... :(

If only I could turn back the time... I would hug him so tight and kiss him and tell him how much I love him...  and spend more time with him... :(

But I know God has a purpose for everything... He let those things happened so that I could realize that life is not permanent in this world...

For now, I will keep him in my heart... as long as I live... and wait for the time that we'll meet again... I will not forget ...

Missing him a lot...

I was about to write a blog about my grandfather. It's been three (3) years and eight (8) months since he died, I thought I already moved-on, but then, as I continue writing about him, I felt missing him so much and I become aware of my tears rolled down my cheeks... I just really missed him... and thinking that if he's still alive, maybe I could have a chance to hug him, tell him I’m sorry and I love him so much. If he’s still alive now, maybe our family/relatives would not be chaotic right now. <Sigh>

 But then, I believe in the saying: “no one is permanent in this world.” All of us died for some reasons and God has a purpose for everything… :)

When I'm Gone...

It’s not the time to send me flowers.

I can’t smell them anymore.

It’s not the time to write me letters.

I can’t answer them any more.

It’s not the time to give me cards.

I can’t read them anymore.

It’s not the time to say sorry.

I can’t appreciate them anymore.

It’s not the time to say praises.

I don’t need them anymore.

It’s not the time to say I love you.

I can’t feel them anymore.

It’s only the time to be silent.

And to pray, pray, pray.

And perhaps the time to shed.

A few tears, as to me you say goodbye.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

A Letter To God

Funny story about a an old lady who has no money

A man worked in a post office. His job was to process all mail that  had illegible addresses. One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought, "I better open  this one and see what it's all about."
So he opened it and it read:  "Dear God, I am a 83 year old widow living on a very small  pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred dollars  in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check."

"Next Sunday is Mother's Day, and I had invited my last two friends  over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food  with." "I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can  you please help me?" The postal worker was touched, and went around  showing the letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his  wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the  rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope  and sent over to her.

The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of  the nice thing they had done. Mother's Day came and went, and a few  days later came another letter from the old lady to God. All the  workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read,  "Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?"  "Because of your generosity, I was able to fix a lovely dinner for  my friends. We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of  your wonderful gift. " "By the way, there was 4 dollars missing. It  was no doubt those thieving bastards at the post office!!!!!!