Gone But Not Forgotten

I apologize¬†in advance for the sad post ūüė¶ I was cleaning out my personal multiply account and preparing to delete¬†it since I received an email memo from multiply that personal accounts will be deleted¬†by the end of the month, I think. Was going through old pictures, blog posts, videos… made¬†me so sentimental. Too bad my photo journal has to be¬†closed down already, was looking forward to sharing that with my kids someday. I guess we still really have to rely on good old¬†fashioned photo albums to keep and share¬†our memories.

I wanted to share this blog post I wrote¬†4 years ago about a very dear friend of mine who passed away. I remember her every so often. She would’ve been godmother to my Baby Bear¬†and she would’ve been a good godmother at that. I miss you, dear friend. I know you are happy where you are now and I am just thankful that we had a chance¬†to be friends!


I recently celebrated my birthday… as all celebrations are, I celebrated it with a bang! Since my fianc√©e and I have the same birthday, it’s actually a week-long celebration for us. Good times… filled with all the love and happiness as we celebrate it with our love ones.

Not to be too morbid, but the celebration always end with a sudden sadness… because 3 years ago, a good friend of mine passed away the day after my birthday. It’s been 3 years since my good friends‘ death, yet the grief is still truly being felt. Realizing that we can’t change what happened, our evolutionary process demands that we begin to perceive ourselves, life and death¬†in ways more aligned with the truth of our immortal nature. I respect the depth and strength which floods our being… but as all theories about life and death go, the only way to live life and conquer death is to make memories that we can leave behind. This blog post is a tribute to my very good friend… in memory of the love and happiness that you have shared with us that will always be cherished and remembered.

How I knew her… we were never classmates¬†in our alma mater and we went to different colleges. We had a lot of common friends but we never saw each other during gimmicks. I remember the first time we became friends. It was our discovery that we were “neighbors”. I say “neighbors”, not because we lived in the same street, neither did we live in the same village, but she was just over there at banawe, which was sooo¬†near my place. We shared the love of good food. We were always pigging¬†out at Yellow Cab and Ice Monster. We shared the love of good movies and tv series’. Sleepovers at her place were quite common especially during the Gilmore Girls¬†hype. One of my most poignant memory of her was during our first sleepover. I was surprised¬†to see all my favorite snacks on a tray during our sleepover. Apparently, she had called my then boyfriend, who told her that I didn’t have one favorite snack because it was dependent on my mood. She was so sweet to have gotten me all my snacks just in case I would be in whatever mood that time. It was literally 20 snacks in a tray with 6 packs of regular coca-cola (not light). That was how sweet she was… and how much of a junkie I am ūüôā

She had lived an amazing life even though it was rather short. She was a great daughter and a sister Рshe would always try to fetch her shobe from school and help her with her homework. She would organize family dinners and help her dad with the running of their business. She was the quintessential definition of a good daughter and achie.

She was a great friend – the kind that stands by you when you need somebody to be¬†there. She’s the ultimate¬†“surprise-birthday-party-mooncake-dice-game-organizer”.¬†She had a great sense of humor. She was the kind of person who would make everyone laugh so hard that they’d end up crying. This is her trademark. She always wanted to make everyone happy. Good times! ūüôā

With her, what you see, is what you get. She lived life without pretense and gave of her pure heart completely. She had more “best friends” than I can count, because she made each one of us feel like her best friend. Although what we’ve lost is tremendous, what she gave us was immeasurable. To those who knew her, no explanation is necessary… to those who didn’t, no explanation is possible.

Gone but not forgotten: In loving memory.

A loved one can die, but live on in the hearts and minds of family and friends who had the privilege of knowing them during their lifetime. To feel life is to remember good friends, long gone to another realm. Knowing when our time comes, we will all meet again. For now, you are all in our hearts, always missed and so much loved. — Anonymous