As the year comes to an end one looks back and realizes that time is one of the few reliable constants out there.
It’s interesting to see children grow up to potentially think and make choices for themselves. Observant youth become adults and learn how to fend for themselves. Adults who are analyzing the cycle of life as they see the light at the end of the tunnel. Then there are the elderly who actually feel the warmth of the end draw near.
Due to school and distance I missed the funeral of my grandparents on both sides of my family who passed away this year. My grandmother, who passed away later in the year or beginning of finals week to be exact, hit me the most when eventually the emptiness of knowing that there were no other grandparents left finally sank in. Realizing that I was now absent of grandparents the difficult concept that your own parents were next was difficult to swallow.
Even though time has the ability to linearly pinpoint one’s existence it still cannot predict the spontaneity of death itself. Driving up the mountain to work at camp I fell asleep on the wheel for just a split second. When my eyes flashed opened I was driving on the face of the mountain. I tried to regain control of the car and get back on the road but instead it played with the opposite side of the mountain, as if it was a snowboarder on a half-pipe, for a few seconds. At one period I had the car riding on it’s two left wheels. Luckily the area I dozed off was the only area that had “walls” on both sides of the road. If I had fallen asleep One second later or sooner I would have driven off the mountain, to be soon halted by one of many trees. I could have had my legs shattered and ribs broken, but instead all I had was a couple of scratches and tensed back muscles. The place my car stopped was the only area my cell phone had reception a few steps away it was worthless. During one of my father’s morning prayers he later mentioned that God spoke to him. Telling him that I was not supposed to live. I honestly believe that the dream a friend had, two nights before the accident, of my corpse in a car at the bottom of the mountain was a vision of my death. I do believe that I was supposed to die that day, but I think it God’s way of telling me that He isn’t done with me yet.
I would like to think that I’m ready for what 2012 brings but the only thing we know for certain is that similar to 2011, it will soon pass and that time will heal all. All we may do now is prepare for the greatest opportunities and become stronger to tackle any obstacles that the world may create in attempt to hinder us from our success.
God Bless and Happy New Year Everyone!
Nanay and I
Rest In Peace (12/05/11)