I am not a believer of stories that the dead lets their presence felt for days after the time their spirit leaves their physical bodies. But the first night of the wake, it was in our house (where I presently live), my sister heard of something like “Psst!” near the door of my room. She ran to me and told me that she heard something but there was nobody around. I shrugged and replied it was only her imagination. But I heard the same “Psst!” the second night, very clear and felt very near. Along with it were the goose bumps that ran from my neck to the top of my head. I panicked inside but did not tell the story at once. I heard it again on the last night of the wake near her coffin and simply ignored it though I was scared. When she was about to be brought to her final resting place, I heard the “Psst!” again, and then after she was buried, when we returned to the house. It was such a weird feeling. I cannot pretend that I was not afraid. The thought that it could be something from the demon is really scary. But a Christian friend told me that I should not be afraid and rebuke the presence. Others believe otherwise and kept on telling me it was my mother who must have missed the things she wanted to say when she was still living. They told me to talk to her like assuring things that everything is fine and that she rest in peace. But what if the ‘ghost’ replied, I answered laughing. Could it be her lingering?
Have you ever encountered people who repeatedly tell lies? It is as if they were born to lie. So frustrating. He could have shown that once in a while he could be trusted. I remember an elderly who once told me about the saying ‘if you cannot be trusted for a single centavo, what more for a peso’?
As if this negativity is the thing that is lingering around, a superior had not still met with those concerned regarding an issue at work. I am pissed of the thought that the matter was left hanging when resolving an issue like that will not even require a day.
A friend who is also a cousin (and who had recently been promoted to assistant undersecretary of a government agency) sent me a text message one day. He told me that he was so sorry he was not able to visit the funeral because of his schedule. He gave me assistance, through my bank account, (for the burial expenses), quite a considerable amount which overwhelmed me and made me cry. How could he have felt that I went kaput after the whole thing? It brought back the memory again of my mother, and the sufferings. But he is a blessing, a comfort in my hour of need.
To you my friend: You told me that you can’t repay God’s gift of good friends but you can thank Him with gladness in your heart. The feeling is mutual and my prayers are the same. God bless you with happiness and zealousness the rest of your life.
After the recognition day yesterday, Papsie and the kids went to KFC for their lunch. Daryl approached Ate Kay holding a P 1,000 peso bill and asked if it is real. Papsie reached for the bill and inspected it and told them, “Ayos, bawi na ang gastos natin.” (Ok, our expenses are paid off!) Kay refused with a mumble, “Pa…” The father was, of course, affected by his ‘conscience’ and told her that he cannot just ask people around because there can be those who will claim the money even if it is not theirs. So, he observed and when he saw a woman frantically searching her bag, he immediately approached her and asked her if something is missing. The lady thanked him telling that it is money for the blow-out of her child who had graduated.