Passing the Baton

It has been quite a while.

November 1st. A time to commemorate the memory of the dead.

And not quite a long time ago, I have been saddled with such a tragedy I thought I would not be able to survive it.

This day, I remember my father and my youngest brother who had joined the Great Creator.

My memories are select. I like to dwell on the sweet memories when they were still on the mortal plane.

Tyron had been quite a child. A big one. At 29, he could had been at the prime. But then he had been taken away and called to his destiny.

Then, I was bargaining in exchange for his life to take mine instead. I may not have lived a full life but I can go, he can stay as he has many many years ahead of him

But Fate was not that kind. Maybe the Creator has reasons - reasons we always question because they are not congruent with ours.

And from then on, I stopped questioning. I take things as they happen. Without question. Because there may be a reason for everything, only that we do not know what those are.


November 1st this year is a celebration. The birthday of my eldest nephew, who just passed the CPA Board Exams and who has been accepted in his first job at Punongbayan and Araullo.

I can call that a blessing even if the blessing is not mine.

I am happy already. At least, I know that my siblings are content. And can take charge.

I am now ready to pass the baton to them.