and the wind blows..

The wind blew ruthlessly as we all stood there in our white clothes, quiet, listening as the ceremony took place. i looked around. why did everyone look so sad? everyone with their desolate expressions, wallowing in what seemed to be their own grief; standing by themselves, looking so forlorn. alot of people came for the ceremony, some i didnt even recognize. but he was old, of course he had friends i didnt know of.

Have mercy on his soul Isabelo

they've started praying now. i bowed my head, pretending to heed the prayer. my mind far off remembering vivid memories of him. he was always a lively fellow. person who had always fought for his life which was why it was so hard to believe that that was him in the coffin, wearing the barong, lying peacefully as if he were asleep. i looked up at the coffin. so white and so majestic, it was fit for a king. i still couldnt grasp reality though. any minute now, he'll wake up from his peaceful slumber. everything will be ok.

Have mercy on his soul Isabelo

i finally took notice of the words that they were repeating.. over and over again. who's Isabelo? he's never been an Isabelo to me. it was like some strange, foreign name they used when referring to him. he's lolo. always was and forever will be. i remembered how he used to look like. his eyes full of laughter, his smile that always seemed to fill the entire room. he looked different now though. his nose was different and it was obvious they put make up on him. he was still just as handsome though.

Have mercy on his soul Isabelo

can they stop with the incessant chanting?? i squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. i just wanted to scream. he's just asleep you guys!! enough with the depressing atmosphere!! i opened my eyes for a start. i realized that they finished praying. my aunt walked up to the coffin and started saying her last words. as i listened i realized something was wrong. i looked at the coffin. they had closed it and now were lowering it into the ground. no, no, please.. please stop. i gripped my arms in anger. it was only when i felt something wet on my arm that i realized i was crying. trying to suppress my emotions i shut my eyes real tight. when i opened them again, i saw they were covering the coffin already with the soil they dug up before. no please.. he can't be dead! stop, just stop it! my eyes brimming with unshed tears, my head started to ache with all the screaming i did in my mind.

my sister came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. the simple gesture broke down the remaining strength i had in me. i let go; i let everything go. i let the tears flow freely now.

he's gone.