It was a relatively lazy and uneventful day today in our household. I was still in bed by close to midday while my husband was already up and about at 9:00 a.m. I couldn’t wind down last night because of some sad update particularly about my friend’s plight, the one that has been battling cancer. I kept tossing and turning for hours, as the faces of his two young children was right on my mind. How sad that must be to see your Dad slowly but surely going away. It’s now just a matter of days left for him to be in this world, if we are to believe what the Doctors are predicting.
I woke up with a very heavy heart that I lingered in bed and reached for the TV’s remote control. As soon as I turned it on, I tuned in to TFC and it was the Sunday mass that greeted me. I wound up attending mass in bed.
It’s almost the end of the year, and I can almost surely say now that in my world, I got robbed of three people close to my heart. The sadness is immeasurable, instead of it’s intensity fading a bit, here comes another loss that makes the same heavy feeling come back again. When will I ever get out of it? Three is enough, I hope and pray I am going to get a break for a very, very long time.