I was feeling a bit claustrophobic puttering around the convent as per usual, so I decided to take a constitutional down to the peir. It's been so long since I've walked anywhere alone. The drizzle was conducive to this. On the way, the boatman who took us to the island that one day to hunt for shells and spear fish stopped me to say hello... Yup, I'm bored too... At the peir another guy starting up his motorized canoe cheerfully calls my name. I don't recognize him but I pretend I do. He's from another barangay here in town to bury his neighbor, a young girl of 18 years. Earlier that morning a couple of the girl's friends came to the convent while we were eating breakfast to ask Fr. Pjey where to put her body. "In the back of the graveyard, by the bone box," was the casual response. "How did she die?"
"TB"
"Oh."
The guy at the peir seemed to think the cause was rather something wrong with her heart. Other theories regarding the reason for this untimely death include meningitis, brain tumor, and being hit in the head by a heavy object. It's like people just make up their own stories, or don't care enough to find out the real reason for such a tragedy. Myself included? ...I suppose.
Are dark clouds, stormy seas, and a sadness of heart to match, enough to mourn the loss of one of His "lost sheep?"
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Take comfort- in your compassion she is found
I'm trying to call ya. Is the number on your profile correct? Have strength. Whatever awaits ahead will find deep appreciation for the building blocks of the air you breathe in the realm. Seeing the heavenly embrace from within is an insight only few like yourself can reach. Keep welcoming the cleansing rain and don't forget to tase the bliss dear brother.
Good to read some of your messages.I know how difficult it can be, I have been here in another place and time. Know that you are in our prayers. I hope to visit the Philippines in 2007. What is the local language? ceubano? Boardman
"You call this boring!!! All these people kissin' your ass is boring?"
Miss you, bro.
When do bloggers get back from vacation? The absinthe, i mean absence is nulling the south-west corner of my brain (the only part that functions anymore).
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