We have long been planning to visit Boyet for a post-celebration of his 50th birthday. As his friends and co-teachers in SFU, we have always been privileged to be part of his birthday celebrations in the past and we thought this time, we would bring a simple party to his house. Boyet stopped teaching due to health problems. Since then, our connections have been thru FB messages and emails. It was unfortunate our busy schedules this month thwarted our plan. Yet finally, we agreed we'd make it this Friday, Oct. 21. We'd go to his place, bring some food and celebrate!
Friday came. All ready for the afternoon surprise for Boyet, we were shocked to receive a sad news in the morning. It was Boyet who surprised us! He went home to our Maker! We felt bad. We felt the pain of no longer seeing him with his smiles, not hearing his voice and jokes, not holding his warm hands anymore. It was so sad we failed to show our love and concern at the moment when he needed it most. Time flew. I would say not too fast. Yet, we cannot replay the scenes anymore to insert the scenarios we wanted. They did not become part of Boyet's memories, nor ours.
Yes, we regretted. Yet we can only learn from what we missed doing. Yes, time was over for us to show love in action. We had all the time from October 9 to 20 but we just let those days passed. And like in all sorts of regrets, we could only say--"had we known . . . we could have . . ."
Yes, we regretted. Yet we can only learn from what we missed doing. Yes, time was over for us to show love in action. We had all the time from October 9 to 20 but we just let those days passed. And like in all sorts of regrets, we could only say--"had we known . . . we could have . . ."
Boyet enjoyed sharing anything. He loved to treat friends and students. He never missed an opportunity helping others. And he was a good singer too! And oh we enjoyed those happy videoke moments.
Enjoy's God's presence forever, Boyet. We'll miss you friend. Thank you for all the love you shared with us all these years.
TIME IS SPELLED…..L O V E
Twenty four little hours make a day
Sixty rushing minutes make an hour
If love fills each empty space
The world becomes a better place.
But what is love without a time
To lend a hand or wear a smile
To wipe a tear and bring a cheer
To sing a song and drive a fear.
Time may be long, time may be short
Time may be spent, time may be lost
Time may be borrowed just for a day
Time may be yours to waste away.
Yet time is always at its best
When love is shared.
We'll indeed miss him. What nice,loving tribute, Rose.
TumugonBurahin