Of Charles Manansala (R.I.P.) and Random Realizations
Having witnessed the Eulogy for Charles Manansala, I realized one very important thing: That dying is not so bad after all.
The place was just overflowing with so much love and spirit of friendship that at that very moment, I was wishing I'd die the next day and get at least half the reaction from all the people I care about. It was just love at its purest form. It's indescribable. The whole time I was thinking that if his soul was indeed somewhere in the room, then his happiness was probably at an all time high. Lucky, lucky dude.
Ram
rc_myer and Neb Andico facilitated the rites. These two are just the sweetest guys in the world - great friends, really good people. Makes me feel highly privileged that I got the chance to have them as friends. Too bad I never had the opportunity to know Charles as deeply as they did, but I guess what I've seen was more than enough. It's his whole 26 years of happy life packed in about 2 hours of singing, very heart-warming speeches, and pictures.
But more than knowing his life story itself, I realized that if we stay good, if we learn to value our friends and family, and if we make it a point to tell people we love them when we feel like it, then we really are bound to get all that love in return sooner or later. That life is still and will always be about the basics. The intangibles.
Rest in peace Charles. Thank you for the most solemn 2 hours of my life. God bless you.
The place was just overflowing with so much love and spirit of friendship that at that very moment, I was wishing I'd die the next day and get at least half the reaction from all the people I care about. It was just love at its purest form. It's indescribable. The whole time I was thinking that if his soul was indeed somewhere in the room, then his happiness was probably at an all time high. Lucky, lucky dude.
Ram
rc_myer and Neb Andico facilitated the rites. These two are just the sweetest guys in the world - great friends, really good people. Makes me feel highly privileged that I got the chance to have them as friends. Too bad I never had the opportunity to know Charles as deeply as they did, but I guess what I've seen was more than enough. It's his whole 26 years of happy life packed in about 2 hours of singing, very heart-warming speeches, and pictures.
But more than knowing his life story itself, I realized that if we stay good, if we learn to value our friends and family, and if we make it a point to tell people we love them when we feel like it, then we really are bound to get all that love in return sooner or later. That life is still and will always be about the basics. The intangibles.
Rest in peace Charles. Thank you for the most solemn 2 hours of my life. God bless you.