I am looking at a photograph of my cousin and I. It was taken this past January during our short family get-together in the Philippines. I’m sad because I didn’t get to converse with him as much as I could have… I can’t tell him how much I appreciate him traveling just to be with the family… now, I won’t be able to encourage him to return to the church… it’s just too late…
Life really is like a puff of smoke… like vapor.. that appears for a short time and then vanishes… I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared for death… whether it be of a family member, a relative, or a friend… Until now, I still remember those who have passed and I think of them often.. how they’ve finished their course… how I’m happy because they’ve kept the faith. They’ve become an inspiration for me…
But what about those I know who have not? How do I feel?? I’m beyond sad… I’m afraid…
I’m going to miss my cousin… the only thing I have left are the memories I had seeing him and the picture that was taken of us together…
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