Find rest, my soul, in Christ alone
What is it like to lose a friend? Through the years, yes, I've lost friends. The thing of it is that I didn't see it happen. It's like I hang out with other people, stop talking to them and voila, you just aren't friends anymore. In a sense, you could see it coming. What happens when you...don't?
I'm still in shock at what I learned yesterday evening. I was really excited because I was going to watch Cinderella with Lea Salonga. Wow! It's been something I've been looking forward to for months and months! What's more, we had great seats, we'd hear our choir coach, Tito Rodel, play in the orchestra, and just the fact that I'd be watching another musical after Wicked! Cinderella and Wicked, those were really good, light-hearted shows. Those are the kind where you can just laugh at the funny dialogue! It was definitely worth it and worth looking forward to. My sister and I really dressed up for it. We went in dresses, styled our hair and put on make-up - things we NEVER do! It turned out that we would be two of the few people who meshed with the dress code, so it was pretty awkward. Tito Rodel thanked us for following theater do's and don't's.
Going back, we were on the way to the CCP when I got a text about my friend. She went to Sagada with her family I think, considering the long weekend, and skipping all the details because I don't know them, she fell into the river and...died. I wasn't that close to her, but, I felt like her older sister of sorts. She asked me for help (since she's a year younger than me), or I would offer, and yet, we never get around to it. Haha! That's so weird. She'd poke me until I got so annoyed with her.
One specific event that I remember was when she'd hang out with my team during trainings. I'd be the only person talking to her, and she asked me what my favorite food was. After much debate, I just told her, "I like sandwiches." The next time she came to training, she gave me a sandwich. My goodness, she had a good heart. To think of it, I saw her a few weeks back, and I took for granted seeing her again. She poked me again, and I poked her back. That's how we always were: full of pokes. My heart's been heavy, and I've been wanting to cry, but I just haven't. I miss her.
Eeka Rivera, I sure hope you're happier now. I know you've had it tough these past few years, and I'm sorry I wasn't always there when you needed me. I'll always be sorry for how I've treated you, and I'm full of regret. I love you, sister!
Always, Ate Dana (You're the only person who's been completely persistent in calling me that. I'll miss hearing you call me that most of all.)
This is my song for you:
Hide me now under Your wings
Cover me within Your mighty hand
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father, You are king over the flood
I will be still, know You are God
Find rest, my soul, in Christ alone
Know His power in quietness and trust
I'm still in shock at what I learned yesterday evening. I was really excited because I was going to watch Cinderella with Lea Salonga. Wow! It's been something I've been looking forward to for months and months! What's more, we had great seats, we'd hear our choir coach, Tito Rodel, play in the orchestra, and just the fact that I'd be watching another musical after Wicked! Cinderella and Wicked, those were really good, light-hearted shows. Those are the kind where you can just laugh at the funny dialogue! It was definitely worth it and worth looking forward to. My sister and I really dressed up for it. We went in dresses, styled our hair and put on make-up - things we NEVER do! It turned out that we would be two of the few people who meshed with the dress code, so it was pretty awkward. Tito Rodel thanked us for following theater do's and don't's.
Going back, we were on the way to the CCP when I got a text about my friend. She went to Sagada with her family I think, considering the long weekend, and skipping all the details because I don't know them, she fell into the river and...died. I wasn't that close to her, but, I felt like her older sister of sorts. She asked me for help (since she's a year younger than me), or I would offer, and yet, we never get around to it. Haha! That's so weird. She'd poke me until I got so annoyed with her.
One specific event that I remember was when she'd hang out with my team during trainings. I'd be the only person talking to her, and she asked me what my favorite food was. After much debate, I just told her, "I like sandwiches." The next time she came to training, she gave me a sandwich. My goodness, she had a good heart. To think of it, I saw her a few weeks back, and I took for granted seeing her again. She poked me again, and I poked her back. That's how we always were: full of pokes. My heart's been heavy, and I've been wanting to cry, but I just haven't. I miss her.
Eeka Rivera, I sure hope you're happier now. I know you've had it tough these past few years, and I'm sorry I wasn't always there when you needed me. I'll always be sorry for how I've treated you, and I'm full of regret. I love you, sister!
Always, Ate Dana (You're the only person who's been completely persistent in calling me that. I'll miss hearing you call me that most of all.)
This is my song for you:
Hide me now under Your wings
Cover me within Your mighty hand
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father, You are king over the flood
I will be still, know You are God
Find rest, my soul, in Christ alone
Know His power in quietness and trust