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Getting Up After the Fall

It was a tough experience, I have just been into. I said I'll never cry. Yet, when it was time to bury her, I couldn't help my self but cry, tears of love, joy, anxiety, I don't really know what I exactly felt that moment when we have to left her on the ground. It was my first time since I was already an adult that someone dear to me passed. Now, I know. It was an experience where I have learned a lot, about emotion, about people around, about friendship. I was humbled to see that a lot of other people condoles us.

It was a tough experience, yet, going back to normal life before the event was even tougher. With our culture here in the Philippines, losing someone means losing a lot of energy, money and a whole lot more. I find it hard to go back to work, after the physical stress given on me. I was too tired to even get out of bed. But I had to do it. Got to take this emotion off and be back where I used to so that I can plan my life and family for the better, that, even in my death, they'll be ready. I think my Aunt is still with us, teaching little lessons on reflections and plans.