My angel’s nine today

It’s been a long while since I got a new post for this blog. It’s not that I’ve forgotten you already my darling angel. I know that you know the hard times I got with and I know that you understand why I can’t push my self to write.

I came over an email from griefshare just awhile ago and it’s a great relief to know that there’s an assurance for us to be together once again and that when that time comes, we’ll never be apart ever again.

Jesus said… “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” (John 11:25-26).

I believe what Jesus said with all my heart and mind and I know that this is an assurance that we’ll eventually be together again.

Happy birthday anak. In my heart you live on.

The Hurt is almost unbearable

Most of the times when I think about my little baby I’m into tears. The hardest thing is when you are on your bed and she suddenly seeps in your heart and soul and you can’t help but cry. I know God knows how I feel, how Anabelle and Brennan feels. And I know that He got the answer for all of the uncertainties that we are feeling day to day. How I missed her.. nobody can explain.

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A future is lost

A lot of people specially her teachers at school are saying that Anne Sherina is exceptionally intelligent, well mannered, loving and kind. I’m drowning in tears when I see her handwriting which is far more better than a regular fourth year high school student. She really is a lost future. Sometimes I can’t stop my self from thinking of what she might have been when she’s grown up. With her intelligence and great interest for studying, she might have gone far. Her lola (grand mother) said she always find her apo (grandchild) doing her homework everytime she comes to visit Anne Sherina and her brother.

What an emptiness the loss of Anne Sherina had brought into my life. Words can’t explain how I feel. Temporarily few things can make me smile but the thoughts of my precious child always brings longing and loneliness for the reality that she is separated from us until the day our souls reunites again.