The topic of yesterday’s meeting with The Compassionate Friends was “The Creative Ways of Remembering our Loved one”. Why do we want to remember? Some well-meaning relatives or friends think that doing this will just bring more pain. On the contrary, we never want to forget our loved one. Luijoe continues to live in my heart and I never want to forget him. I am truly amazed at the various creative projects that some of our compassionate friends have undergone:

  • Migi’s Corner in over 11 hospitals, a play area for sick children
  • the Maningning Foundation in honor of Maningning Miclat
  • Calendar of drawings from an 8 year old boy
  • Poems written in a scrapbook
  • Mosaic of photos into one big photo

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Today marks the 20th anniversary of People Power but there is no celebration. Thanks to the state of national emergency. Twenty years ago, I was 8 months pregnant with my eldest daughter, Lauren. There was no way for me to join my husband and brother in EDSA. My huge belly would be squashed with the millions of people. I felt so left out. During my student years, I was quite active in lightning rallies against the Marcos rule.
So on that fateful day of February 25, 1986, I was left at home, listening to Radio Veritas.

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I enjoy the moments whenever my two girls and I are able to go to the gym. Since classes were suspended today due to the “coup attempt”, we took the opportunity to bond together at Fitness First. Unfortunately, my dear hubby was still stuck at his office. When we arrived at the members lounge, most of the people were glued to the news on the TV monitor scattered around the gym area. Obviously , it was about the State of Emergency.

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After being online for the past 10 years, I felt it was time to start a blog. Not that blogs are commonplace but I felt I have a lot to share especially with regards to my grief journey and the transformation that has taken place in the past year.

I chose joy over sadness. It is said that grief is inevitable but misery is optional. I realized that it did no good to sit in my misery pit. It does no good for the loss of my son to lead to the loss of two.
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