Marc Guingona Lamb
He's so much more than just a senator's grandson.
2nd year high school. I asked the adviser if I could change seats so that I'd be closer to the board, but actually, I just wanted to be seated near my friends. He placed me at a seat with the wall on the right and with your seat on the left. We've never met until that day. My first impression of you was that you were weird because you were playing with random items and because you started to talk to me like we've been friends for a long time. Eventually, I became fond of you and your kakulitan; we were seatmates for the majority of the year and we had common friends, so we became pretty close. But, after not being classmates for the rest of high school, we drifted apart.
I found out about your death when I just got to Bataan for an org event. As much as I wanted to go to your wake, I couldn't; I was to be there for a few days. I found out later on that the burial was on the 30th, but even then, I still couldn't go because I was just arriving home that day. I only found out that your death was a suicide when I got home this afternoon after my sister told me about seeing the news on tv and after I googled it. I was so shocked when I read the news reports... I feel so sad for Miguel. I really hope he's okay. :C
When I saw Vivere this afternoon when the family went to Festi, I can't help but think about you, your death, and what could've happened if you hadn't decided to end your life. I remember reaching out to you back in high school and giving up when you didn't accept and even attacked my beliefs. I couldn't help but think what could've happened if I didn't give up on you, if I had been persistent and committed. Would you have eventually accepted Jesus? Would you have had a different outlook on life? Would you still have been up there that night contemplating your death?
I remember someone saying that he doesn't want to see anyone dead (inside the coffin during the wake) because he wants his last memory of that person to be how that person was when the person was still alive. That's what I'm thinking of right now, because I failed to go to your wake and/or burial. I will forever remember you as my fun wacky friend who loved my fish and turtle keychains so much that you made me give them names (Maxx and Mark) and often played with them, and even kept them from me for over a week, hoping that I'd eventually give them to you. I lost Mark, but I still use Maxx. Now, every time I look at it, I'd remember you and practically everything that I just wrote down here. I'll use it as a reminder to reach out more to people and to never give up on anyone.
Rest in peace, my friend. :'(
2nd year high school. I asked the adviser if I could change seats so that I'd be closer to the board, but actually, I just wanted to be seated near my friends. He placed me at a seat with the wall on the right and with your seat on the left. We've never met until that day. My first impression of you was that you were weird because you were playing with random items and because you started to talk to me like we've been friends for a long time. Eventually, I became fond of you and your kakulitan; we were seatmates for the majority of the year and we had common friends, so we became pretty close. But, after not being classmates for the rest of high school, we drifted apart.
I found out about your death when I just got to Bataan for an org event. As much as I wanted to go to your wake, I couldn't; I was to be there for a few days. I found out later on that the burial was on the 30th, but even then, I still couldn't go because I was just arriving home that day. I only found out that your death was a suicide when I got home this afternoon after my sister told me about seeing the news on tv and after I googled it. I was so shocked when I read the news reports... I feel so sad for Miguel. I really hope he's okay. :C
When I saw Vivere this afternoon when the family went to Festi, I can't help but think about you, your death, and what could've happened if you hadn't decided to end your life. I remember reaching out to you back in high school and giving up when you didn't accept and even attacked my beliefs. I couldn't help but think what could've happened if I didn't give up on you, if I had been persistent and committed. Would you have eventually accepted Jesus? Would you have had a different outlook on life? Would you still have been up there that night contemplating your death?
I remember someone saying that he doesn't want to see anyone dead (inside the coffin during the wake) because he wants his last memory of that person to be how that person was when the person was still alive. That's what I'm thinking of right now, because I failed to go to your wake and/or burial. I will forever remember you as my fun wacky friend who loved my fish and turtle keychains so much that you made me give them names (Maxx and Mark) and often played with them, and even kept them from me for over a week, hoping that I'd eventually give them to you. I lost Mark, but I still use Maxx. Now, every time I look at it, I'd remember you and practically everything that I just wrote down here. I'll use it as a reminder to reach out more to people and to never give up on anyone.
Rest in peace, my friend. :'(