This afternoon was my uncle’s (“Bapang Pula” as I call him, “Lolo Red” to his grandkids) interment. He’s my dad’s twin brother (my dad’s “Puti” or Lolo White).
Weeks before my birthday, and his youngest daughter Elsie’s wedding, he had his first stroke. We were all glad that he got out of the hospital fine, and was able to attend the wedding. I was even joking around because he was so emotional. My brother Manny Boy took lots of pictures of him, crying. Crying with his hands covering his face, crying with a hanky, and walking while you bet, crying.🙂
I later learned from my cousin Elsie that he was crying because he was very thankful that the Lord extended his life, to see the happiest moment of his only daughter’s life–her wedding. He never thought that he’d survive the stroke. The wedding was a memorable, and inspiring event. Love was everywhere, expressed and shared.
And today was another testimony of love. Relatives, friends, neighbors, and the community where my uncle belonged were present on the last day of the wake. They spoke of how he was as a kuya, a father, and a friend. His family grieved for their loss, but they all know that he is in a much better place. With his Savior, and Maker, no longer feeling the pain of this world. Saved. Yes, we cried, but I believe the Lord is with us, comforting us.
There were evenings when I was going home after work that I couldn’t help but cry. Sometimes while still in the tricycle, or in the solitude of my room, I remember my uncle. We were not very close but the mere fact that he is my dad’s twin brother makes me feel a bit of the pain my cousins are feeling. And I remember my dad. Elsie told me about how he cried, sobbed even, after he went out of the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) seeing how his twin brother is in a coma, with tubes for I don’t know what, and a respirator. This made me cry out to the Lord. And I was reminded to pray for my family.
I think these moments made me ponder on how short life really is. How important my family is to me, and how important it is for them, especially for my youngest brother, to know the Lord as Savior and Lord. I have been lax in praying for them, but I believe the Lord is reminding me to lift my family to Him. Daily.
I guess it’s not yet late to re-start and make some good changes…
And so… thank God for many second chances!