Whenever I listen to this song, I can’t help my heart to tear up. Even as I am writing this, I missed you.
One last cry, let me say goodbye. Please don’t let her die on me, It ain’t her time. World could hate me, but to me you are the best. No matter what people say, you never blamed others. No matter what it is, your loving was almost like a miracle, that created miracles.
Late last year was a challenge to my strength. I tried very hard to push myself to endure work and gain some free time too. Less sleep, not enough rest, more sales, pay bills, repeat. With great bills, comes great responsibility and I know that it will be a struggle to get by for the next years to come. So, for Christmas holiday, I was really looking forward to some rest and quality time too. Which was a big disappointment. Maybe if I just stayed out of that Christmas holiday illusion, there will be no expectations at all. Going on a trip for New Year though was good. At least the quality time I needed finally happened.
I don’t have resolutions for New Year as I tend to forget them just few days later. I set goals though to challenge myself in pursuing them throughout the year. This year I plan to torture myself more, doing double of what I achieved last year. Maybe if I just re-direct all my energies to the right direction, everything will fall into their rightful places. I plan to get back into the action immediately after my long rest.
This year though started rough and very unforgiving. As if a sign that it will not be smooth sailing from here on. As if an issue of my own life will be not be a handful to deal with, a news broke when I got home from my holiday vacation, that my mother was rushed to a hospital for Ascites (when fluid fills the space between the lining of the abdomen and the organs). We thought it was only a minor viral infection, that could be easily treated with all the technologies nowadays. We thought so, and prayed hard too.
“But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.”
This Mother’s day, let’s celebrate and salute the first woman in our lives. The gift of a mother who truly loves us no matter what.
I read about and many says, there will always be one person who will love you unconditionally, this fits perfectly to our moms. Because despite everything, Mothers are the one who inspire and first to show us infinite love.
Got this from an email and had a good laugh at it. I thought of sharing it with you, but first, you have to channel into geek (*ahem) should you wish to read further.
Installing a Husband
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0. Continue reading →
I’ve seen this video almost a year ago. It made me cry. It is a reminder to always value people we love dearly.
Here’s a wife giving eulogy a different perspective to her late husband’s funeral, where she did not sing praises or narrate the good things about their relationship, but instead she touched everyone by pointing out the imperfections he had, and how beautiful it is.
This is a TV commercial in Singapore which won the recent Viewers’ Choice 2008 to promote importance and value of family bonding.
Do you know someone who inspire you to be better everyday. A woman loved by everyone who surround her. A woman who touched lives in her own little way.
I do. Her never-ending love, her constant helping hand and the warmth of her care are just some things we always remember at the mention of her name.
She raised her children well, sometimes I could see my husband in her, both innately generous in every way.
She is a woman of strength and I couldn’t even imagine myself standing up to her feet with all the struggles she had been through. She’s has the most noble job, a teacher and the most fulfilling career, a mother.
A teacher to many, a charming lola to her grandchildren,
My second mother and a supermom to Ferdie & Dang…
Nay, We love you and we will always be grateful for your everlasting love.