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Name: Kars
B-day: October 20, 1984
Zodiac: Libra
Age: 20
School: De La Salle University

female. libra. roman catholic. music lover. broadway junkie. eccentric artist wannabe. avid movie-goer. internet freak. periodic drinker. non-smoker. chronic drunkard. class cutter. weekend bum. shoe collector. alias fanatic. trying-hard singer. frustrated ballerina. pseudo piano player. infrequent commuter. nonstop texter. former friendster devotee. current blog enthusiast.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

from one crisis to another

tita cheng passed away today. :(

tita cheng is the youngest sister of my dad.

this is all a big shock to us, because everything was so sudden. she's a perfectly healthy woman, no medical background whatsoever. we got a message one day from my uncle in the states that she was in critical condition. she was swollen, and she had blotches on the skin. she was in a coma. probably clinically dead. doctors initially diagnosed it as meningitis. the next day, she suffered a heart attack. doctors tried to revive her, fortunately they gave her another opportunity to live. but she had momentary seizures. her immediate family was faced with the crucial decision of signing the DNR (do not recussitate), meaning if ever she'd suffer another heart attack, doctors wouldn't revive her anymore.

i got a text from ate kattie a little past noon that she passed away already. tears started to gather, but i composed myself. but i just needed to get out of the seminar i was in. i went to the nook, and finally i burst into tears. (thanks RA for the comfort) i guess i just never expected things to turn out this way. it's sad that we never had the chance to thank her for her goodness.

my dad must be devastated inside. but he's "mr. cool calm and collected" eh, kaya walang bakas sa mukha.

agh. it hasn't sunk in yet. this is the first time in my mature sense of self, that a very close person to us has died.

the last was my mamita. 1995. i was living in the states during that time, and she'd come to celebrate christmas with us. she helped us with the household chores (washed the dishes, etc.) but we always forced her not to because her arthritis could worsen. she died 3 months after. worse thing is, we were still in the states, and we weren't able to go back to the philippines for her funeral. but i'm glad that we spent the last few months with her.

why do bad things happen to good people? this is yet another eye-opener for me. life is too fragile. too short. we better appreciate and love every second that we have. take every chance to tell people what we feel towards them, before everything is too late.

to tita cheng, thanks.
you will always be remembered.