Every Grave Has A Story To Tell...  

11/1/2005 7:04 am Last Read: 3/5/2006 9:28 pm	It's my second month anniversary as member at Asiafriendfinder, and it coincides with the same day our heritage practice is being observe by millions of our countrymen. Remembering the departed soul of our beloved love ones and relatives called "All Saints Day". I went to St. John Memorial(cemetery), for my usual yearly duty of cleaning up the surroundings within the grave of my late brothers and that of my dearest Father, who expired twenty years ago due to heart failure at a VA hospital. In about a year time, tall grasses and wild vines were all over the place. This clings from both sides of the niches and the iron grill, A fence made, that separated it from the other tombs of town mates buried on the nearly congested town graveyard. With two candles in hand, I lighted it while uttering a silent prayer to them. A feeling of loneliness engulf me and it seems so hard to forget all those happy moments we have shared together in good and bad times. Mostly the once when we were just kids growing up together in a place called home. The division of labor inside the house was an example, being the strongest amongst them, I was assigned mostly on the heavier work loads. Like cleaning up the pigpen, Feeding of the chickens, the digging of canals for the compost, and an errand boy for the poultry and livestock feeds supply for our backyard livelihood program me and my grandma was tending at that time. My brothers were busy with their homework from school which to me, were their usual alibis they told Mom to skipped the task of working on the daily household chores. Right after supper comes bedtime and we would engaged with the usual pillow fight and our common way to induce sleepiness was the word game and the local riddles(bugtungan). My eldest brother was a word puzzle whiz, a natural book worm and a studious type, but he was with a small physique frame, frail and lanky because of poor appetite. So all I can offer in hand comes his turn in the chores, I would helped him and I was being granted in return by his word knowledge and vocabulary skills teachings.He was at the sixth grade and Me on grade three level. So with his untimely death because of a heart illness, I guess my being active and that hard work really ends up beneficial on my part. It gives me enough endurance I needed in surpassing the test of time till now at present. First day of November, deep sorrows in my heart, losing some dear members of the family worthy of remembering as life goes on . "May their soul rest in peace with the Lord" jpeg** JORGE[1]
elah12 3606 posts  11/1/2005 12:59 pm	"May their soul rest in peace...." God bless them, wanders and God bless you! Deep inside us, they live forever! Take care!
absimilliard 80 posts  11/1/2005 7:53 pm	rest in peace ya'll. they will be remembered..
wanders 1789 posts  11/4/2005 8:42 pm	God bless you too, Elah12
wanders 1789 posts  11/4/2005 8:46 pm	remembrance in faith also to your departed love ones, bro ! May they rest in peace!