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The Way I Remember ‘Daday”

By Faith S. Lagos

In our lives we experience a lot of things which shape our future.

I was born into a family where everyone believes in God, that God is always the center of our lives. My father is the most disciplined and loving father. My mother is     the light of our family. She is a teacher, a good counselor and the most caring mother in the whole world. My brother is the most handsome brother of all. He loves to play the keyboard and to drive me to school. My sisters are beautiful and charming. My sister Joy is a good singer while my sister Charie is a beauty queen in her own right. I, Faith, am the apple of their eye. I’m the youngest in the family.

We live in a small town named Dueñas. It’s a one-hour drive from the city. It’s a place where people know one other. I live in a two-hectare compound. My grandparents live with us too.

When I was young, I remember the day our grand-aunt treated us to lunch in my favorite restaurant. It was the most memorable day in my life. I enjoyed her company. We often called her ‘Daday’. She was a retired principal. Aside from that, she was an old maid. She devoted her entire life to teaching because she believed that education was the most important thing in our life. Sometimes she was strict, but in spite of that we believed that she loved us and we loved her very much.

A few years ago, we went to the doctor for a general check-up for our grand-aunt. The doctor told us that she had cancer and that the cancer was already in its last stage. We felt bad about the news. It was unexpected. More so, unbelievable and impossible.

According to the doctor, the cancer was already all throughout her body and that no medication or operation could lengthen her life. It was terrible. I cried upon hearing the news. All of us felt that it was the end of the world. But we never failed to put our trust in God. We prayed and prayed but I think the time had come for her to live in a better place. A place where there is no pain, no hurt, no suffering, and that is HEAVEN.

She passed away two years ago. It was a sunny Sunday morning and all of us were at home busily preparing to go to church. I glimpsed her lying in her bed. She looked thin, pale and lifeless. I felt pity and sad. We didn’t expect that on that day she would pass away. I cried and cried all day but it was no use. She was gone.

Life is short. Life is full of surprises. There are times when you are on top of the world and times when you are down. All we have to do is look up, to look at the brighter side of life. Do something good. Do something worth remembering.

As the song goes, ‘God is in control, and He loves and cares for you’. Let us remember that God is still there to guide and help us in our every endeavor. Just don’t give up: put your faith in God.

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