“A TIME FOR EVERY PURPOSE, UNDER HEAVEN.” TURN, TURN, TURN (from the Book of Ecclesiastes) - music by The Byrds
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear its not too late
A TIME TO DANCE! My parents recently celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary this year with their 10 children in complete attendance. They are blessed with 4 sons and 6 daughters. It is such a big happy event when the whole family is gathered together, that is, with the 2nd and 3rd generation grandchildren joining to celebrate this most special day.
A TIME TO MOURN! But after just a few months of that grand celebration, a most unexpected thing happened to the family. My brother Nestor, the 6th in the family had aneurysm without any prior symptoms/warnings. The aneurysm that hit my brother was so fatal that he was in comatose after an hour and pronounced clinically-dead in 6 hours. Knowing M’g Nestor the strict health-buff, the family was totally shocked with this very surprising turn of events. What is worse is that M’g Ness has been living away from our family for the last 25 years since he married and immigrated to the US making us, his brothers/sisters/parents feeling helpless wanting to be by his side in those critical times.
Losing a family member the first time is so heartbreaking. Everybody wishing that it was just a bad dream. Nobody is more grief-stricken than my parents in their 80’s. Breaking them the news was no easy task that we needed a doctor around when we did.
It’s been almost 3 weeks since the day he passed away and reality have somehow sunk within our senses. Most in the family are still struggling to be back in track. As we pray for him, we know that he is now at peace with his Divine Creator. We will surely miss M’g Ness and I know every now and then in the coming days, we can’t help but cry when we remember the good times we shared with him. |