Remembering The Loved Ones 소설 & 이야기

Nandoon ang mga nakaraang hindi na nila mababalik at mga nakaraang iiwan na lamang sa limot. Memories, like fragments of a forgotten melody, weave the tapestry of our lives. They are the elusive ghosts of our yesterdays, lingering in the recesses of our minds, waiting to be summoned by a scent, a song, or a fleeting glimpse of the familiar. The past, with its palette of emotions and experiences, shapes who we are today. In the quiet moments, we find ourselves drifting back, tracing the contours of our memories like fingers on an old, weathered photograph.

"But why I can still recognize my family? My friends? My work? My company? But... but why I can't remember her?" Nahilamos ni Rhodly ang kanyang dalawang palad sa kanyang mukha. May galak at saya ang bumalot sa kanyang puso at sakit naman dahil hindi niya maaalala ang taong unti-unti nang bumibihag sa kanyang puso. "Maybe it's because, that person was the only one in your mind during the accident. You've been thinking about her before and during the accident happened."

"Won't you tell her about that incident?" Natigilan siya. Kanina lang ay iniisip niya iyon pero hindi pumasok sa kanya ang ikuwento ito kay Lexie. Pero ngayon na tinanong siya ng kaibigan ay hindi niya malaman kung ano ang isasagot. "I—I really don't remember some pieces of that incident. Even her face and their names— you know human memory is strange. Your brain will shut down the bad memories as a defense mechanism to protect your fear. And it will let you forget something terrible that happened. Lahat sila, may nakakalimutan katulad na lang ‘yung may nangyari kahapon or kanina lang. Pero ako ang pangalan nila. Dahil estranghero sila na nakilala ko noon at nagpakilala lang at sinabi ang pa

Kailangan kong tatagan ang loob ko. Napuno ng iyakan ang buong paligid. Magang-maga na rin ang mga mata ko sa walang-tigil na pag-iyak. Hindi ko pa rin makakayang tanggapin na wala na sila. Iniwan nila ako. “Today, we gather to bid you farewell, to honor the beautiful souls you were. Though my heart is heavy, I want to celebrate the love and joy you brought into our lives.” I turn to the gathered mourners, my voice filled with conviction. “Let us remember Britney and my Dad not with tears of sorrow, but with smiles of gratitude for the time we had with them. They may be physically gone, but their spirit will forever live on within us.” I walked towards the casket, gently placing a bouquet be

“It is painful, magsisinungaling ako kapag sinabi kong hindi and it’s heartbreaking to see someone you love not recognize you . But love isn’t just about memories; it’s about the bond we share. I’m committed to supporting Roman in his recovery, and that means being there for him, even if he doesn’t remember who I am right now. We are working with professionals to help him regain his memories, but we’re also creating new ones. It’s a long process, and we’re taking it one step at a time.” A different reporter asks, “What about your Rebecca? Is it ok for you na katabi nya si Rebecca?” Napahinto si Iza sa tanong na iyon. She cleared her throat. She glanced at her sister, Rebecca. Kitang kita nya

Though I am continually meeting new and interesting people, the memories I have with someone from my past cannot be replicated. Even if I try to duplicate the memory with a different person—by going to the same restaurant or dancing to the same particular music together—the recollections of performing those things with the original person with whom the memory was made cannot be replaced. I've often hoped that I could replace the individuals I've loved and lost with the same level of acceptance that I replace everything else in life, such as a piece of jewelry. I've gotten upset with my inability to truly allow someone I cared about out of my life.

Pinipigilan ko ang sarili ko na ngumiti, I never knew, someone will remember my birthday, after my mom died, seven years ago, wala nang kahit sino sa pamilya ko ang nakaalala at bumati manlang sa akin sa birthday ko, kaya nasanay na lang din siguro ako. Sumaglit ako ng tingin sa mga kasama ko, kung hindi lang ako aware na katulong ni Kalix si Naya, iisipin ko talaga na mag nobyo sila, kung kumilos sila ay parang kilala na nila ang isa’t isa, Naya reminds me of someone I hated, kaya hindi ko maiwasan na makaramdam ng inis, alam ko na hindi siya ang tao na yon, pero, hindi ko pa rin maiwasan mag kumpara. At least, for now, I will have a day to remember, a day to cherish.

"Athena! No! Please! I'm begging you! Don't leave me! No!" Naririnig ko pa rin ang sigaw niya kahit hindi ko na maidilat ang mga mata. Nararamdaman ko pa rin ang mahigpit na yakap niya habang unti-unting nawawala ang aking diwa. Sometimes, it's not always a happy ending. Kahit gaano kalayo ang tinakbo namin ay siguro hanggang dito lang kami. I will treasure every moments with him. Hindi man kami hanggang sa huli, masaya ako na minsan ko siyang nakasama. I realized, we should value every second we have with our loved ones. Because in life, there are no replay and rewind, only flashbacks.

--- --- "Do you think they'll like it?" Tanong niya. --- --- Napangiti ako. --- --- "They won't remember this." --- --- Tumawa siya. --- --- "True." --- --- "But I want them to feel it." --- --- "Feel what?" --- --- "That they were loved before they even arrived." --- --- At sa sinabi niyang iyon... --- Hindi ko napigilang ngumiti. --- --- Dahil iyon ang gusto kong maramdaman ng anak namin.