Seeing my old stuff again made me reminisce the past, be it happy or sad. It made me remember various people who once became part of my life, people who helped me get through the day by giving me a piece of paper torn out from a notebook with inspiring words written in it, people who failed me (talking about grades), and people who made a difference in my life by doing something they are not even aware of. Those things are witnesses of what my life was before... those things are part of the memories of my past... especially with my recently departed brother.
Unfortunately, because of my desire to move on in life and get over the loss of my brother, I burned some of them even if some of the things I burned have nothing to do with him. Seeing them slowly disappear as they turned into ashes made me feel like my sadness is also disappearing with them. My only regret for doing so is that, I should have taken pictures before finally throwing them into the fire my mother made.
Right now, I am working to organize my memories... old photographs in a wooden photo organizer and collectibles in a wooden cabinet thus the title "My Wooden Box". Things such as happiness, sadness and lessons learned are stored in a sturdier storage called heart and mind.
(I will also start a blog with the same title and subject.)
Hi cess musta na? Labay lng ko d. Bgo ka lng ka blog liwat? Hope ur ok na and got used to the situation. Your bro may not be there anymore, but he is still ur bro. Death ends a life, not a relationship. He is now part of something larger. So go sago lng ah. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHi Nic! Dugay mn gawa wla ko ka blog eh. Busy! hehe! Anyway, thanks for the encouraging words. I'm always thankful to have all of you as my friends. Halin sa school projects and practical exams until sa mourning ko gna unungan nyu ko (drama!) :)
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