In our day to day lives, we live with uncertainty about what might happen. In life, there’s so many things we don’t have enough data to predict. To us, many things might appear like chance because we don’t understand the long-term affect of choices and actions we take that might impact our life trajectories but despite of these, for me, life is an interesting adventure worth living.
Life is strange mixture of joys and sorrows. Some days are so sad that they take away all joy and peace from the life of person. I cannot forget the day that was the saddest day in my life. It was the 10th of January in the year 2020. When I’m busy doing my part on our immersions as it was required for us to join when my family from my province called me so many times on my phone. And to my surprised as I answered one of thier calls, it was a sad news. My grandmother who’s suffering sick a long year ago has suddenly passed away. And of course as her grandchild, I can’t avoid not to cry and that time I immediately find a ways to go home in our province which is far way from Iligan together with my hope that I can see her corpse, hug her tightly and ask for forgiveness if I had something mistake that I’ve done to her for the last time but suddenly as I came, I couldn’t reach her since they already buried her because that was in our Maranao culture that when someone died, it is important to buried his/her corpse as soon as possible. That night had been sleepless. The next morning, we started her funeral wake and although it’s quite a little bit sad but I felt happy then because my friends and relatives help us as we preparing the foods for the visitors. Little by little I’ve easily recovered from that losses of someone’s importance in my life because I enjoyed the company of being with the people’s that sorrounds me during the vigil. We played different kinds of games at night which make me wanna feel overwhelmed. It’s like we reunited again well in fact, my biggest fear has always been being alone. The idea of not having any company and losing my loved ones has always been such a tough subject for me to talk about with anyone, including myself. There comes a point in life though where I have to let go and cope with my loss of someone that I am close with. I have learned growing up that nothing always stay the same and that there is always an ending to something. My grandmother’s death was the experience that taught me how to cope with this loss. I have learned many values and beliefs from my grandmother. She showed me what it is like to give and help people. She showed me how to be a kind loving person with a great heart. I believe that she loved all of us more than anything in this world. I believe that my family made the right decision to sacrifice their fullest time just to take care with my grandma. I believe we can mourn for as long as needed but we should remember the amazing memories we shared with her. I believe she put up a great fight and was the strongest woman I have ever known. And, I believe that people should express their love and gratitude for one another as much as they can because you never know this could be their last day of their life.
As time passed by, I learned to accept things that happened in my life, that life’s must go on. I conquered everything’s that hit me in my life. I have grown from things that mean to break me. I get stronger by the day and I have God to thank for that. I put my truck only to him, the Almighty God.
– Hyla C. Campong
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