Band of Brothers...
This was a late blog... as I noticed, my last blog was since last 2009.
I have been absent in blogging for quite a while as I have added another blog for my hobby.
This blog is dedicated to my friend and brother. We lost a man in our unit - as they say.
He was my childhood friend and a good buddy. We have lots of adventures together, and we never had a dull time doing all the things we like.
A good friend is always hard to find. A loyal friend is harder to get.
My friend died a few months ago, this is my first time to really feel the pain of losing an important person other than a close relative. He left behind an only son, which pains me so much that he had to die on a younger age and leaving an orphaned child alone in this world.
He died together with his wife in a tragic car accident.
Looking at the vivid pictures of his accident makes me feel a whole lot of helplessness looking small in this vast universe. You can observe from his closed eyes and sad face that although he was looking for help during his last breathe, he was thinking of his only child and how he would leave him behind, longingly, as if asking help from his dear friends and loved ones to take over and take care of the child - his only treasure on earth.
In my mind, I know, if he would have survived that accident, he would come out smiling and tell of the adventurous tales he would have encountered. But alas, his wounds and fragile body couldn't take much from the tragedy that befall him together with his beloved spouse.
Imagine the picture of a 7-yr old boy in between two white coffins, with his young face all no emotions, staring blankly at the people trying to put a friendly smile. It was like a picture drawn from a dark comic book of Batman, where little boy Bruce Wayne takes a picture with his murdered parents with all the hype and hysteria around.
During the burial, I couldn't help but notice that even though it was a short distance to walk, I realized that it was the longest trek I have ever made in my life. Those few steps I take of following the hearse, were like every picture unfolding to me of the greatest adventures in my life, lost in memory together done long ago with my friends.
It was the loneliest and darkest funeral I have ever encountered, as we lay his body to his final resting place. Two coffins being lowered one by one, and sounds of wailing people, men and women, young and old, forever shouting and cursing as if there was an injustice comitted.
Rest in peace, Rest in Love my faithful friend.
See you in the morning.
posted by dcbato @ 10:59 PM
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