Family is a Gift that Lasts Forever

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November is National Family Caregivers Month and before this month ends, I would like to share with you a little bit about our family.

It was one humid night in March 2015 when I last heard my grandma speak. She spoke to me. She asked for ice cream but I lovingly said I can’t give her more because she can’t have too much sweets and I don’t want her to get sore throat. She smiled at me and didn’t say a word. A few hours later, we rushed her to the hospital and the doctor declared that she’s in coma. After saying our goodbyes and prayers, at the 24th hour, my grandma passed away. She died of Subarachnoid Hemorrhage (bleeding in the space between the brain and the membrane that covers it) which is common among the elderly.

Two years before that, she had a mild stroke but because my grandma was mentally, psychologically, and spiritually strong, she recovered fast. From being bedridden, she was able to sit again. We tried helping her walk but she couldn’t. Even so, I never heard my grandma speak ill of her condition. She was a happy person and she thanked the Lord everyday for all the blessings in her life.

It was my grandma’s condition that made me realise the value of family. We aren’t rich and we didn’t have all the money needed to get a professional nurse for her. My sister is a nurse and another sister is a Med-Tech student so they taught everyone in the family how to properly care for her when they’re not around. I was fortunate to have understanding employers so I spent many days at home doing my job remotely. When I wasn’t in front of my laptop, I changed my grandma’s diapers, cleaned her nails, massaged her legs and feet. I was her personal nurse, physical therapist, and driver. They say my grandma was lucky to have us, her family, who cared for her and showered her with love. I say we were lucky to have her for bringing us into this world.

I’m encouraging everyone to become your family’s keeper/carer.

Filipinos are family oriented. In fact, our parents would allow us to stay with them at home until they’re ready to move to a place of our own. I wish us children and grandchildren would do the same for our parents not as an obligation but to give thanks and return the love they have given us. After all, we won’t be here if not for them.

You will feel at peace when you know you have done everything to make them happy while they’re still alive. Know that I’m pertaining to time and attention and not just financial support. They recover fast when they know their family is with them every step of the way because believe it or not, HAPPINESS HEALS. FAITH HEALS. LOVE CREATES MIRACLES.

Because I love my family so much, I’ll do everything in my power to care for them when they’re sick or when they’re too old to clean up their mess. I’d carry them with love and patience just like how they did when I was born. Family is a gift that lasts forever.

I salute all those who stand as caregivers to sick family members. I’m praying for you that God may bless you and allow you to carry out this task with love, patience, and strength.

Honor your father and mother. Then you will live a long, full life in the land of the Lord your God is giving you. – Exodus 20:12


Destined to be Disabled. Johan Jordaan’s Inspiring Story.

A young mother was told by her doctors that due to complications with her pregnancy, her baby was going to die. They strongly recommended an abortion, as allowing the baby to spend its short few hours alive in pain would be cruel. His mom listened to God and let the boy live, even if the doctors said he was going to die (or survive but become crippled). NOW, Johan Jordaan runs, climbs, jumps, and FLIES. He’s a professional freerunner and he’s unstoppable! ‪#‎life‬ ‪#‎faith‬‪ #‎parkour‬ ‪#‎freerunning‬

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When I’m Gone

Laineyloveslife - When Im GoneTake time to read this. It’s one of the most beautiful articles I’ve ever read. Sometimes, the best way to convince someone how to live life to the fullest is to tell them about death. I found this through MEDIUM and it’s written by Rafael Zoehler. Image is mine.

When I’m Gone

Death is always a surprise. No one expects it. Not even terminal patients think they are going to die in a day or two. In a week, maybe. But only when this particular week is the next week.

We are never ready. It is never the right time. By the time it comes, you will not have done all the things that we wanted to. The end always comes as a surprise, and it’s a tearful moment for widows and a bore for the children who don’t really understand what a funeral is (thank God).

It was no different with my father. In fact, his death was even more unexpected. He was gone at age 27. The same age that claimed the lives of several famous musicians. He was young. Way too young. My father was not a musician and neither a famous person. Cancer doesn’t pick its victims. He was gone when I was young, and I learned what a funeral was because of him. I was 8 and half, old enough to miss him for a lifetime. Had he died before, I wouldn’t have memories. I would feel no pain. But I wouldn’t have a father in my life. And I had a father.

I had a father who was both firm and fun. Someone who would tell a joke before grounding me. That way, I wouldn’t feel so bad. Someone who kissed me on the forehead before I went to sleep. A habit which I passed on to my children. Someone who forced me to support the same football team he supported, and who explained things better than my mother. Do you know what I mean? A father like that is someone to be missed.

He never told me he was going to die. Even when he was lying on a hospital bed with tubes all over him, he didn’t say a word. My father made plans for the next year even though he knew he wouldn’t be around in the next month. Next year, we would go fishing, we would travel, we would visit places we’ve never been. Next year would be an amazing year. We lived the same dream.

I believe — actually I’m sure — he thought this should bring luck. He was a superstitious man. Thinking about the future was the way he found to keep hope alive. The bastard made me laugh until the very end. He knew about it. He didn’t tell me. He didn’t see me crying.

And suddenly, the next year was over before it even started.

My mother picked me up at school and we went to the hospital. The doctor told the news with all the sensitivity that doctors lose over the years. My mother cried. She did have a tiny bit of hope. As I said before, everyone does. I felt the blow. What does it mean? Wasn’t it just a regular disease, the kind of disease doctors heal with a shot? I hated you, dad. I felt betrayed. I screamed with anger in the hospital, until I realized my father was not around to ground me. I cried.

Then, my father was once again a father to me. With a shoebox under her arm, a nurse came by to comfort me. The box was full of sealed envelopes, with sentences where the address should be. I couldn’t understand exactly what was going on. The nurse then handed me a letter. The only letter that was out of the box.

“Your dad asked me to give you this letter. He spent the whole week writing these, and he wants you read it. Be strong.” the nurse said, holding me.

The envelope read WHEN I’M GONE. I opened it.


If you’re reading this, I’m dead. I’m sorry. I knew I was going to die.

I didn’t want to tell you what was going to happen, I didn’t want to see you crying. Well, it looks like I’ve made it. I think that a man who’s about to die has the right to act a little bit selfish.

Well, as you can see, I still have a lot to teach you. After all, you don’t know crap about anything. So I wrote these letters for you. You must not open them before the right moment, OK? This is our deal.

I love you. Take care of your mom. You’re the man of the house now.

Love, dad.

PS: I didn’t write letters to your mom. She’s got my car.

He made me stop crying with his bad handwriting. Printing was not easy back then. His ugly writing, which I barely understood, made me feel calm. It made me smile. That’s how my father did things. Like the joke before the grounding.

That box became the most important thing in the world for me. I told my mother not to open it. Those letters were mine and no one else could read them. I knew all the life moments written on the envelopes by heart. But it took a while for these moments to happen. And I forgot about it.

Seven years later, after we moved to a new place, I had no idea where I put the box. I couldn’t remember it. And when we don’t remember something, we usually don’t care about it. If something goes lost in your memory, It doesn’t mean you lost it. It simply doesn’t exist anymore. It’s like change in the pockets of your trousers.

And so it happened. My teenage years and my mother’s new boyfriend triggered what my father had anticipated a long time before. My mother had several boyfriends, and I always understood it. She never married again. I don’t know why, but I like to believe that my father had been the love of her life. This boyfriend, however, was worthless. I thought she was humiliating herself by dating him. He had no respect for her. She deserved something a lot better than a guy she met at a bar.

I still remember the slap she gave me after I pronounced the word “bar”. I’ll admit that I deserved it. I learned that over the years. At the time, when my skin was still burning from the slap, I remembered the box and the letters. I remembered a specific letter, which read “WHEN YOU HAVE THE WORST FIGHT EVER WITH YOUR MOM”.

I ransacked my bedroom looking for it, which earned me another slap in the face. I found the box inside a suitcase lying on top of the wardrobe. The limbo. I looked through the letters, and realized that I had forgotten to open WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR FIRST KISS. I hated myself for doing that, and I decided that would be the next letter I’d open. WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY came right next in the pack, a letter I was hoping to open really soon. Eventually I found what I was looking for.

Now apologize to her.

I don’t know why you’re fighting and I don’t know who’s right. But I know your mother. So a humble apology is the best way to get over this. I’m talking about a down-on-your-knees apology.

She’s your mother, kid. She loves you more than anything in this world. Do you know that she went through natural birth because someone told her that it would be the best for you? Have you ever seen a woman giving birth? Do you need a bigger proof of love than that?

Apologize. She’ll forgive you.

Love, dad.

My father was not a great writer, he was just a bank clerk. But his words had a great impact on me. They were words that carried more wisdom than all of my 15 years of age at the time. (That wasn’t very hard to achieve, though).

I rushed to my mother’s room and opened the door. I was crying when she turned her head to look me in the eyes. She was also crying. I don’t remember what she yelled at me. Probably something like “What do you want?” What I do remember is that I walked towards her holding the letter my father wrote. I held her in my arms, while my hands crumpled the old paper. She hugged me, and we both stood in silence.

My father’s letter made her laugh a few minutes later. We made peace and talked a little about him. She told me about some of his most eccentric habits, such as eating salami with strawberries. Somehow, I felt he was sitting right next to us. Me, my mother and a piece of my father, a piece he left for us, on a piece of paper. It felt good.

It didn’t take long before I read WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY

Congratulations, son.

Don’t worry, it gets better with time. It always sucks the first time. Mine happened with an ugly woman…who was also a prostitute.

My biggest fear is that you’d ask your mother what virginity is after reading what’s on the letter. Or even worse, reading what I just wrote without knowing what jerking off is (you know what it is, right?). But that’s none of my business.

Love, dad.

My father followed me through my entire life. He was with me, even though he was not near me. His words did what no one else could: they gave me strength to overcome countless challenging moments in my life. He would always find a way to put a smile on my face when things looked grim, or clear my mind during those angry moments.

WHEN YOU GET MARRIED made me feel very emotional. But not so much as WHEN YOU BECOME A FATHER.

Now you’ll understand what real love is, son. You’ll realize how much you love her, but real love is something you’ll feel for this little thing over there. I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl. I’m just a corpse, I’m not a fortune teller.

Have fun. It’s a great thing. Time is gonna fly now, so make sure you’ll be around. Never miss a moment, they never come back. Change diapers, bathe the baby, be a role model to this child. I think you have what it takes to be an amazing father, just like me.

The most painful letter I read in my entire life was also the shortest letter my father wrote. While he wrote those four words, I believe he suffered just as much as I did living through that moment. It took a while, but eventually I had to open WHEN YOUR MOTHER IS GONE.

She is mine now.

A joke. A sad clown hiding his sadness with a smile on his makeup. It was the only letter that didn’t make me smile, but I could see the reason.

I always kept the deal I had made with my father. I never read letters before their time. With the exception of WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU’RE GAY. Since I never thought I’d have to open this one, I decided to read it. It was one of the funniest letters, by the way.

What can I say? I’m glad I’m dead.

Now, all joking aside, being half-dead made me realize that we care too much about things that don’t matter much. Do you think that changes anything, son?

Don’t be silly. Be happy.

I would always wait for the next moment, the next letter. The next lesson my father would teach me. It’s amazing what a 27 year old man can teach to an 85 year old senior like me.

Now that I am lying on a hospital bed, with tubes in my nose and my throat thanks to this damn cancer, I run my fingers on the faded paper of the only letter I didn’t open. The sentence WHEN YOUR TIME COMES is barely visible on the envelope.

I don’t want to open it. I’m scared. I don’t want to believe that my time is near. It’s a matter of hope, you know? No one believes they’re gonna die.

I take a deep breath, opening the envelope.

Hello, son. I hope you’re an old man now.

You know, this letter was the easiest to write, and the first I wrote. It was the letter that set me free from the pain of losing you. I think your mind becomes clearer when you’re this close to the end. It’s easier to talk about it.

In my last days here I thought about the life I had. I had a brief life, but a very happy one. I was your father and the husband of your mother. What else could I ask for? It gave me peace of mind. Now you do the same.

My advice for you: you don’t have to be afraid

PS: I miss you

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Sunday: Intelligent Conversations

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a beautiful mess…

This week was unlike any other week. I barely went out but I spent quite some time chatting with friends online since I’m confined here at home due to health reasons. Few months back when the word “busy” was underrated, I barely had time to check on my friends. I only squeeze a coffee date with the ones who live nearby in between my trips and life events. Looking back, I realised just how quick life can change because of one decision and I’m happy with how my life turned out. 🙂 These days, I have plenty of time to say hi to them and start a short conversation. Things just seem to get better every day.

Since today is a Sunday, I would like to share the important life lessons I learned in the past week from my friends and I hope that you’ll find what I’m sharing helpful. I call them intelligent conversations (mixed with spiritual lessons and by spiritual please keep in mind that I’m not even referring to religion).

On money…

On my friend Xai‘s facebook timeline, I saw a post about scratch cards and lottery. She discussed it so well and a lot of her friends left comments on that particular post. I felt the urge to write something. People have to know this:

Do not spend or lend money that you can’t afford to lose. Also, do not borrow an amount you can’t afford to pay.

Gambling is usually a “one-off fun” that could result to addiction. Excessive spending is a conscious choice that also turns to addiction and before you know it, you’re already spending more than your allowance for leisure. Should there be an urgent need and you’re short financially, follow your payment plan. This is the only way you can keep yourself out of debt and also the only way to earn people’s trust. Many of us trust in “luck” when we should trust in God. And many people also slack off and ask God without using their God-given talents to earn a living. If you want something, ask God, work hard for it and do not forget to thank God for all the blessings you receive.

Ask and it will be given to you. Matthew 7:7

On optimism and resilience…

I was chatting with Jill this afternoon and we were talking about blogs – what to write, what not to write, why start blogging again, why now, why not? During our convo over facebook I said something she really liked:

I believe that when there’s something you feel bad about, pray and let it go. Don’t write it on your diary because that’s like giving a bad thing an anniversary.

…and I mean it. There will always be something that will remind you of the pain and the best way to let go is to forget when it happened and you’ll eventually forget about the feeling too. Sure, you’ll remember it from time to time (you might even cry) but things change, you know? Things get better. Help yourself let go of the negative feelings and you’ll be surprised with how positivity can teach you resilience.

I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13

On friendship…

Choose your friends wisely. You don’t need a lot in this life, only the loyal and truthful few.

I haven’t spoken with Katia (my friend and former boss in Doha) in ages and what we had was a great one. Our conversation was energising and she’s a breath of fresh air. I remember when my love asked me where my friends are because he wants to meet them and I giddily said, “They’re scattered all over the world!” It just came to me that we should find time to talk to our friends no matter how busy we are or where in the world they are and remind them of why we love them and how their friendship changed our lives.

Friends come and friends go, but a true friend sticks by you like family. Proverbs 18:24 

On family

Family is family no matter what. Do not disown or speak evil about them.

I had a long spiritual conversation with my cousin Beth and we discussed so many things. The most important among all of the things we talked about was sticking to your family no matter what happens. We all go through conflicts and disagreements but at the end of the day, when we’re in need, it is our family who will stand by our side and help us get through the toughest time in our life.

Keep your father’s commands and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. Proverbs 6:20

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