Mourning on a Sunday Morning

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Hello Everybody! I was on vacation for three days and I tried to be present here while resting from work (still working actually) but limited data connection. I am still tired until now as we were awake until the wee hours of the morning I have attended a funeral of the sister of my brother’s partner. My brother is gay and his partner are really close to me and it had been a struggle for the two of them. As a friend and an “in-law,” I decided to join them to pay my respects to the sister as their family had become close to me and I appreciate the hospitality they had shown my brother and me. Deeply grateful for the love they gave us. Today, the sister was finally laid to rest. And I felt that pain in my heart as I remembered those close relatives who have departed especially my paternal grandmother and my mommy’s sister. I have realized that our life is like the windmill. I remember the large windmill on our way to the funeral. And that windmill made me think of the way we live our lives. We stand tall, rolling those turbines that signifies our life, producing wind to provide electricity or “happiness” to others until that wind fades. Just like the windmill, we will somedah exhaust ourselves and will no longer be able to give what is expected of us. We willl not forever function the way we want to be and therefore, we have to go and say goodbye. Let us be like the windmill and be a provider of wind to others while we still have the time. They can be your parents, siblings, children, partner, relatives, friends, co-workers or a stranger. Just like the sister, she sure have shared that wind to those people she loved, just like she touched my brother’s and mine. She will be greatly missed but never forgotten. How about you? What is your take on death? Have you been a windmill to others? All your thoughts are appreciated. Thank you. Image: Windmills in Pililia, Rizal. Photo is mine.