“Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”
– Pope Paul VI
I never really thought that I would feel this broken losing someone not blood-related. Of the four siblings, I was the first who met you. When Mama introduced me to you, I just nodded in sheer displeasure of things that may come. I was still on a state-of-denial, hoping that someday, my parents will be back together and you were one major hindrance to that happening.
How much I hated you was overshadowed by the joy of seeing Mama with a smile plastered all over her face all day. You made her special, really special, and for that, a thank you will never be enough.
Slowly, you inched through our lives, not with material things but by showing use that you were real. You showed us how much you love Mama and how much you value each of us. You were the stranger who tried to inch your way through our hearts. Guess what? You succeeded big time!
For the short span of time I have known you, you have showed how good of a person you are. I was your confidant to any problems that you had with my sisters and my mother. We got along so well and I’ll always remember every talks and laughs that we shared. If only I knew that you would leave us this soon, I would have answered all your calls and took every advice you gave me. If only.
You may be gone but everything that we shared will live forever.
You will always be remembered, Ron. We love you.