What Is Grief If Not Love Persevering Novels & Stories

hindi ko maintindihan yung sinasabi niya dahil naka focus ako sa nararamdaman ko ngayon "What do you mean?" tanong ko tiningnan niya lang ako at Ngumiti " Stop looking back. look what's ahead of you. And stop blaming yourself for everything. You did nothing wrong. You should focus in the present not on your past." sabi niya hinawakan niya ang magkabila kong braso at sinama niya ako sa pagtalon niya. Dahil sa gulat ko diko namalayan na pino protektahan niya ang ulo ko sa pagtalon namin. pagkatapos noon ay maramdaman ko nalang ay ang pagbagsak namin pareho sa matigas na lupa tumayo agad ako para tingnan siya. " don't you know, Loving someone in the present is much more fun. than loving someone

“How can I calm down, Dad? I love her! She promised me, she promised she’d never leave again!” Tahimik lang si Lolo na kanina pa nakatingin sa akin. “Sometimes, hijo,” mahina niyang sabi, “love isn’t enough to make someone stay. Pero hindi ibig sabihin na tapos na ang lahat. Gagawin natin ang lahat para makita si Giselle at ang anak mo." Napaluhod ako sa sahig, hawak ang ulo. “Then what am I supposed to do now, Lolo? How do I move on from someone I can’t stop loving?”

Kaya hanggang ngayon, hindi namin magawang mag-move on. Unfair, isn’t it? They loved us with everything they had, held us so tightly it felt like we’d never be let go—and yet, in the end, they left us hanging. I can’t bring myself to feel anger; it’s not rage that lingers in me… only sadness. A heavy, gnawing sorrow that refuses to fade. I’m still grieving, still learning how to breathe in a world without her.

"It wasn't. It wasn't." As Kira came to see, it can take a long time for someone to overcome grief, to escape from tender sorrow, to move on from a tragic memory, especially when the bereaved person was very close to the deceased. It breaks into our lives with irresistable force, often when we are completely unprepared, and it robs as for those who hold dear. None of us are immune to its ravages. Worse, out of too much pain, many people end up feeling emptiness. So it is not surprising if we feel at a loss when it comes to coping with death and its aftermath. But how can we cope up? How can we move on? Is it bad to cry sometimes? Is it inappropriate to be yourself just for a couple of second

Palagi kong sinasabi na ayos na ako, pero dahil palagi kong tinatakasan ang sakit ng nakaraan ay palagi rin akong tinatagpo nito. I thought I was fine not until grief met me on a random sunny day. Grief is the thing I have no idea how to surpass. And most especially, grief comes with so many faces, the last time I thought It was love. It disguised itself as love. “Hey, you've been working since morning.” Nagbalik ako sa ulirat nang marinig ang boses ni Archie. Kanina pa pala ako nakatulala. I just smiled at him. “I love working.”

Ani ng ginang sa dalagang katabi at hinawakan ng mahigpit sa isang kamay nito. "Pero, katulad nga ng sabi nila. Kapag mo talaga ang isang tao, madali mong makakalimutan ang kasalanang ginawa niya sa iyo. Kahit paulit-ulit ka man niyang saktan, tatanggapin at mamahalin mo pa rin siya. Totoo iyon, pero hindi rin ako sang-ayon tungkol roon. Dahil ang tunay na pagmamahal, hindi nababase sa pagiging martir lamang. Minsan, kailangan mo rin magtira para sa sarili mo. Hindi mo kailangang ibuhos sa kaniya ang lahat ng pagkatao mo. Tao ka lang, nasasaktan, nagkakamali at nagmamahal. Kung ano man ang naging desisyon niyong dalawa ni Andrew, labas na kami roon, maging yung ibang taong nasa paligid niyo

“Please… just stop…” Pero hindi tumigil. Hindi nagbago. Feeling ko anumang oras, titigil ang tibok ng puso ko dahil sa sobrang sakit. Yung tipong hindi heartbreak lang, kung hindi grief. Yung loss na hindi mo alam kung paano mabubuo ulit. Yung sakit na hindi lang sa puso, kundi sa buong pagkatao. At habang gumuguho ako sa sahig, yakap-yakap ang sarili kong dibdib… doon ko na-realize:

Pero yung sakit na binibigay niya… walang gamot na makakapagpagaling doon. Siya ang asawa ko. Siya ang mundo ko. Pero siya rin… ang taong walang awang nananakit sa akin. “The worst kind of sickness isn’t the one that hurts your body. It’s the one that slowly kills your heart because the person you love… doesn’t even care if you live or die.”

"I don't want to give up. I still want to try my luck. I want to earn my chance..." "Sometimes, we need to give up on people not because we don't love them anymore but because... they don't. They don't really love us, because if they do, they will never do things they know will hurt us." I stood up without looking at him. I wiped the tears on my face and took a deep breath.

“Alam mo girl, sa akin lang ha. I think Conan would want you to endure the world without him. Kung nandito lang ‘yon, alam kong pagagalitan ka noon. Alam kong your grief belongs to you and I don’t have a say on that kasi nararamdaman mo ‘yan. But girl, have yourself figured things out and move forward. Let him go already, you deserve to live in a new journey.” She said. That night, I cried again remembering him. Crying is a way of honouring who they are in our life, and what have we lost. I saw our wedding picture in the wall. Kaya dahan-dahan akong tumayo sa kama at saka tumungo roon at pinakatitigan ang larawang ‘yon. We’re so happy and lovely in that picture.