Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon


It took a while before I could share this. This here, is a pastel portrait of my niece, Angelie Fellici. Born at 6 1/2 months old, on the 1st of January, 2009.

Our little Angelie went back home to be with Jesus after 17 short days, all of which she fought her hardest to survive the tubes and needles inserted into her tiny body. My mom said she never once cried or complained, she just took it all, as if saying, "look, I can do it!". Just before she passed, she was breathing on her own, unsupported by machines, willing to live. In the final moments, she suddenly smiled, as if she was seeing something so wonderful, or seeing someone whom she knew loved her. Angelie's life was physically hard, and painful, and to this day I often wonder, what was the whole point? I've known other babies born premature to survive. Why not our Angelie??? No one, especially babies, should ever have to suffer like that.

But, the Lord has reasons, and His ways are indeed higher than ours. I may not understand all that has happened, but I know that Geli's life had purpose. She is now looking down on us from Heaven, dancing in streets of gold. I cry at never having had the chance to know her, touch her or hold her. I can only hope she knows have very much she was loved and wanted...and that we will finally meet, someday, in Heaven.

Angelie was buried on the 18th of January, the saddest birthday of my life. My birthday will never mean the same again.

When my pamangkins are all together, oh my God, chaos!!! And even if there are just two of them at a time, nakakabaliw yung ingay. Like yesterday, on our way from viewing the construction of the house my brother recently bought, Bea and Joaqui were sitting in the backseat with Yaya Chinnie, ang ingay-ingay, I could hardly carry on a conversation with my mom, who was driving, beside me. They were playing their usual game "I spy", so of course they were getting more and more excited, their voices getting louder and louder. I woke up with a headache, and the noise was making me masungit.

I turned to them and said, "Please guys! don't make so much noise naman!". It quieted down for about 20 seconds. Then loud talking and squealing again. I decided to bribe them (I know, bad me!), I said I'd give a prize to whoever can keep quiet ALL the way to their other lola's house in Tahanan, where they were going to fly a kite. Aba, silence. Wow, that's all it needed, bribery. After a few more seconds, I could hear rustling, as both of them were doing sign-language and trying to talk in *loud* whispers. My mom started to talk amidst trying to stiffle her laughter. The kids were getting restless.

Me: Ma! that goes for you too! No talking!
Mom: Waaait, I have a question!
Me: Ok, what?

Before my mom could ask her question...

Joaqui: Tita Boo? is it okay if I talk lang with my brain?

*laughter all the way.