I still feel drained and exhausted from all the activities. I feel so tired and I am beginning to have throat irritation. Maybe from the hot (Manila)- very cold (Sydney)- hot again (Manila)- super hot (Bulacan)- super mega hot (Heritage Memorial Park)- then cold aircon.
My son and I are traveling again tomorrow for Singapore. Our Philippine Airlines flight leaves at 6 am so we have to be at the airport by 4 am. Dyos mio, I should be in the shower by 3 am. Nay ko po! I hate morning flights.
I have no energy, I think aside from physical tiredness, I got exhausted more from crying. I just couldn’t help but cry at the funeral. I cannot even describe how morbid the air was.
I am the exact opposite of my husband, he is emotionless. Maybe he also feels sad. Whenever I am sad about a death of someone or someone is dying, he always come up with his rationalization about death. That when it comes, it comes. That death is the ultimate peace for the person, ang mahirap lang yung mga naiiwan. But those left behind would be fine 100%. The good thing about my husband is I know when I pass-away, he would be perfectly fine. Baka naghihingalo pa lang ako naka move on na sya.
Ellen and Edwin were blessed with a good life. They have 2 sons and a girl, mabait sila lahat and responsible. Edwin has thousands of support groups in their Couples for Christ ministries. He announced at the wake that he would continue helping cancer patients/victims. As my husband has said, they will be 100% fine.
When a loved one dies, those left behind would somehow manage to survive, no matter how painful the loss is because they have no choice but to live and continue on living. Breathing doesn’t mean actually living.
They could be continuing on with their lives but their hearts are completely broken. They cannot continuously cry, tears may dry and ran out but the pain within lingers on, and to some, forever.
