How precious life is...
I received an e-mail from my host sister last Thursday. You see...i spent a year living with a family in South America and they treat me like their own family and i, in turn, call them papa, mama and i have additional 3 sisters (on top of my original 2!). :)
Anyway, my host sister there informed me that papa had a heart attack and is currently in ICU. I just read another e-mail from her saying he was going thru a major surgery last Friday and now there's no more news. His heart isn't working the way it should.
The rest might sound a little cliche, i know, but who cares...
You should see how my host parents are - South Americans are mostly very warm, expressive and passionate. You can feel the warmth... the way they greet, the way they express themselves - talk and laugh. Watching my host parents together always blows me away. They must be in their 60s now, but just observing them, you could feel the love. Not like typical old couples - some are miserable but just 'surviving', some cold...of course, i am just generalising right now.
Anyway, i actually went to church last Saturday - sunset mass. I know.... i can't even remember when i last went for mass. Christmas maybe? Ohhh....it was for my grandaunt's funeral. For many years (maybe last 3-4 years), i chose not to go regularly to church. Somewhere along the line, i felt it was hypocritical for me to attend mass and i guess in a big way, i felt ashamed (loss sense of worth) due to my wrongdoings.
This time i sat quietly outside the church (arrived late, so it was overcrowded) and midway through the readings and sermons, i got lost in my own thoughts. I felt the urge to pray for my papa - and mama - and how such a beautiful soul deserves only love and happiness, NO suffering! How i hope he pulls through somehow and recovers. I am still anxiously waiting for news from them.
I haven't seen them in more than 10 years but each time we talk on the phone or via Yahoo, they would cry, i would cry....all expressing how much we miss each other. Spending my one year (one of the bestest years of my life still), i learnt more about myself and i only just realised that i would like to rediscover the 17 year old me again. Full of hope and excitement for life.... with rose tinted glasses! :)
Silly me but i got all teary a couple of times in church. Oh my mum would be so proud if she knew... but let's not get her tooo excited, shall we? :D
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