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| Written by Pocahontas on November 07, 2009, 10:33:32 AM |
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Another day has gone, another year has passed. It seems like there's always tomorrow to look forward to. I've always been procrastinating, never get things done as I would like them to be. I would like them to be perfect, I guess , but I have to keep moving. I couldn't stop and smell the roses. I should be like the butterfly hovering the garden, taking time to sip the nectar from the flowers. Maybe I should be like the butterfly , from an egg , to a larva, to a pupa and stop there for a while..become a pupa and hibernate. So I can ponder upon things,think, concentrate, and open my mind to other possibilities....
Midnights up to early mornings are the best time for me. There are no distractions, no one up and about except me. The stillness of the night is deafening. Sometimes I look back but I don't want to feel regretful about things which has happened in my life. I have to move forward. Love has always been elusive. Though I've met some friends, it's not always a guarantee that love will finally find its way to my heart.So continue struggling on with life until I don't know when happiness is achieved. I am happy , I know and feel that I am..but it's never complete. Only time can tell!!!  |
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| Written by Pocahontas on September 25, 2009, 03:06:31 PM |
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I cannot think of a time when I danced with my father. Maybe just once, and it was so long ago. Lately, I've been spending so much time with him. It's not that I have to , but I want to. I'm helping him with his petition papers and I have to assist him in any way I could. He's all I've got now. He's 82.
A father is someone we always think of as strong , the provider, protector and invulnerable sometimes. I grew up with both my parents working together to provide us with the best of what they could. Now that he's older, I'd like to be spending more time with him of the little time he may have here on earth. Me and my "tatay", we seldom hug each other. I can count the times when we did. He's the type of dad who's not into showing emotions physically, although I know he loves me and my siblings.
I used to tell him to ride the Light Rail Transit so he could be one of those senior citizens who could experience the modern technology of trasportation. But to no avail..he won't go out of his shell,,his home. My brother drives him to where he wanted to go...so maybe he thinks he doesn't have to. Lately , we have to go to certain places , just me and him and LRT is one of the useful trasportation required during our trips. Most of the times we ride the taxis. He walks with a cane now. He holds my hand and my arm when necessary. I provide him the strength now that he is weaker. I will be his protector when he used to be mine. I will show him the love to reciprocate what he gave us before and what he is giving us up to now. I will be his guide, his eyes, his ears. It's the simplest and little things I can give him..and maybe soon when the time is right, I will be dancing with him again. |
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| Written by Pocahontas on September 18, 2009, 10:12:02 AM |
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Last week was a somber day for us. My uncle Pepe (my mother's brother-in-law on my mother's side of the family) passed away. He was 94. My cousin Cristy recalled to us that fateful day when it occurred. He had waken up that morning without a trace of what will happen. He even had a chance of taking photos with grandkids and with my cousin.
It was an hour after lunch, around 1:30 p.m., uncle Pepe was sitting in his usual nook on a rattan chair looking out towards their store and into the street. This was his usual activities right after eating lunch. Minutes later my cousin noticed that his eyes were closed, jaw dropped and he was not moving. She tried to awaken him but to no avail. They callled a neighbor who worked as a midwife. She took his pulse, he was pulseless. His B.P. didn't register at all. Then a doctor, a friend of the family arrived, took a look at his pupils, noticing they were dilated. He was pronounced dead. He was 94!
Death is like a thief in the night. It comes without warning. It takes away the last breathe of life and poofed , we depart from this world we know. We do not know when our final day and time will come. Each of us has our unique lifelines written on the palm of our hands. God decides when and how it's going to happen. In a matter of seconds, in a blink of an eye, death could be upon us. Life is so short so live every second as it is your last one. Enjoy life and be happy. That's the way it should be! |
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| Written by Pocahontas on May 07, 2009, 08:07:58 PM |
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| I don't know where to start.Somehow my mind is blank , tired and drained. I guess I need my vitamins. I'm on a morning duty today and as always, I find it difficult to wake up as if my butt is glued to the bed. I'm a night owl. I can stay awake all night if I wanted to. But if I go to sleep, I'd rather be sleeping. But I had to wake up because my patients are waiting for me. That is most rewarding to me, that is, being able to meet new people and seeing their reactions and interactions. That is the big difference of being a nurse compared to being a Medical Technologist. The work of a Med. Tech is more technical while Nursing has these ingredients of caring, health teachings, and satisfaction of seeing patients get well. So many heartwarming stories , problems,and personalities of patients from all walks of life are found at work. These are the things I enjoy with being a nurse. It is God's gift to me, that is to be able to touch a person's heart (not literally, of course)!!!! |
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