The Birth of a Soul

A month and a half ago, my good friend Chester's dad passed away after a long and courageous battle with cancer. He was 59.

Last Saturday, our family friend, Tito Gerry Gabuya, died after a massive heart attack struck him without prior warning. He was 58.

A few weeks ago, the mom of another close friend of ours was diagnosed with Stage 3 ovarian cancer and is now undergoing chemo treatments.

I know that death is inevitable. But I still get shaken everytime it hits closer and closer. I pray to God everyday about my death... the whens and hows. I pray to God to give me courage to accept the deaths occuring around me and more courage to prepare losing those I love the most. At times, I pray for the convenience of going ahead of those I love, only to chastise myself for my cowardice.

I keep asking, "Why them God???" only to take it back, fearing that I have condemned others to die by questioning the death of someone I knew.

I realize that at the end of the day, what I CAN pray for is peace. Peace for the families of those who are suffering from losses. Peace for those who are struggling to live. And peace for myself, so that I can finally accept and truly believe that we all have to die in order for our souls to live forever.