When we visited our barkada couple who are brand new parents, they showed us this video. Weird, because there seems to be a pervading cloud of death in the air, not just in the world, or in the country, but even in my family’s life. Of course there was Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Billy Mays and Karl Malden, all within a week, then 2 of my sister’s dearest friends dying just a day apart, and now, former President, the beloved Cory Aquino fighting for her life, it was just weird to be watching a video, again with death playing a lead role.
I don’t even try to read anything into it, or over-process it, I just try to write it off as a simple fact of life, like birth, like rain, like earthquakes. It’s just freaking me out I guess, having so many in a row. Death knocks at every door, but we never think it’ll knock on ours. It’s unnerving when it knocks on doors of people we know or people close to us. We love celebrating life, but we look away when its ungainly twin rears its unwelcome head. I’m no exception.