"Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

                            Why did it have to end this way ? ...         

Good stories are sometimes lost for good together with lessons that we can all learn from no matter how young or old we are.

This is a true love story way back during my senior year in college. Alma, was a  neighbor just next door who, at that time was also a senior student in her secondary level. We came from the same school but, I was ahead of her for four years. Though we were neighbor just next door, but we don't talk.

Then, one day, when I was on my way home  I saw Alma in front of their house, We talked for quiet awhile and I mentioned to her about my friend, Bong. She got so interested.

From then on, Alma & I became close friends. She keeps asking me about Bong. I decided to introduce them to each other, but how ? I keep asking myself. That time I was also busy in my studies. Bong was very far from us.

Then, one day, I found myself talking to him over the telephone and gave him the telephone number of Alma. After I had finished talking to him, I immediately informed Alma of the matter. She became very excited and interested on the otherhand.

Days passed by, my mom called me inside my room informing me that i have  a telephone call. It was Bong. I was surprised when he told me that he and Alma has a sort of mutual understanding already without my knowledge.Though they didn't met in person but, they constantly talked over the telephone. I confirmed the matter to Alma and she said, " yes",  and I was happy for them.

Sometimes life is unpredictable & things happens out of the blue. One Easter sunday evening, i got a phone call ( Actually, my family & I  just got home from a week's vacation - out of town). When i answered the phone, no one was on the other line, but just a strange sound. Alma got a phone call also. When our telephone rings exactly their telephone rings also. What a coincidence, we cannot tell. Both our telephone rings three times exactly the same time and no one answered just a strange sound.

We don't mind that phone call, untill came the following day. I received a call from Bong's best friend, Rhell. At first, he was so quiet and I ask him why? then, he started crying telling me that he killed his best friend by accident. I was really shocked, and no words came from my mouth. I started crying also. ( Oh, that was Bong who ring us last night but no one answered just a strange sound, a sound coming from a grave).And according to Rhell, that, they are cleaning the empty guns and decided to play it. But, they make sure that those guns were empty of shells.

" Bang ! " was  Bong's first turned when he aimed the gun to his best friend, Rhell. But when it was Rhell's turned, on his surprised a bullet came out directly on the face of his best friend Bong. That was a very bad nightmare to him, because his very best friend died on his arms.

Same that day, I received a call from an investigator that i was also under investigation. I said why ?, he told me that Rhell won't cooperate to them he wont talked to them. The investigator told me that i am the only person that can help them solve the case because Rhell confided to me everything what happened the night of the shooting.

Upon learning of what happened, I informed Alma of the incident and she was in tears also. It hurt the more to her and i have to console her. We decided to go in his funeral, but we cannot catch it, we came so late. The place was so far from our place and we even lost our way.

In front of his grave, tears again are falling down to our face. Though it was so warm when we were there but, we don't feel it. A shadow was covering us and a very cold wind has passed by. Alma met Bong not in person but in front of his grave. Warm tears are falling down my face when i am composing this sad love story.

Why it should have to end this way. Life is sometimes full of mysteries, there are many things that we have no control over whatsoever. What happens in real life isn't what we expect. By the way, Bong was applying for his scholarship from a two prestigious universities because his parents cannot afford to support his education due to financial aspect. He died on Easter Sunday and the following day was the release of the exams. And he was so excited to know the result of these exams. The result - he both pass the exams but to no avail...

Death is only a place everyone goes through but the love remains strong in the hearts of those who remains. 

Father\'s Day Prayer of Remembering
 
"Fathers young, fathers old
Remembering good times are our gold.
 
Value earned through guidance given
Helping us go forth in livin\'.
 
Each father adding to our trove
A treasure chest of love untold.
 
Remembering fathers in our lives
Taking time to realize.
 
Fatherly love brings wealth to living
Remembering this, we go forth in giving.
 
Fathers young, fathers old
We remember you all
As life unfolds."
 
 -Susan Kramer
 
Today is my late father\'s birthday
he was in my mind, then suddently
a butterfly came inside the open door
he flew in my hand and i felt
my father\'s presence…
 
" Happy Birthday Papa, You are very special to us all, we love you !!! "

You are the best father in the whole world
ohhh, we really Miss you...

"Father are angels sent from heaven"

 
 
  

I'D LIKE THIS BACK IF IT APPLIES

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.

Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door
and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. 

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most 
disgusting sound she could muster. No good.
Finally, she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.

I'm talking to my Brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said

without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,"

Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.
"He's really, really sick ... and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a

miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl,

'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'

"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says

he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago .

"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly.

"And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a

miracle for little brothers.'

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to

where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle
you need.'

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery.

The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents plus the faith of a little child. 

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

Photograph in the Vatican