Mortality on Easter

Well, Happy Easter!

Is the Celestine Prophecy reaching my wavelength or what?

Last night, whilst enjoying a relaxing "art film" and simultaneously reading Lorrie Morris' "Birds of America", I suddenly came across a sentence, too simple and innocent. It went something like..." and then he was seventy." The "he" of this sentence is the narrator's father who was seventy years old and kinda dying and crochety but still like all fathers, still up on their daughters cases.

I dunno what hit me last night, but it was so sobering, it quelled all my enthusiasm for my Korean "art film". I mulled on my father's age. 63. Seven years from 70. Sheesh. And my mom. 61. The thought that my mom and my dad are nearing 70 already depressed me. At that age, my lolo was already a full-fledged lolo --- gray hair and all, with memories of WWII. I couldn't imagine my mom and dad that way.

Thinking about this reminded me how precious my time is with my parents --- anybody, actually -- and that I shouldn't take for granted their company. Saying this, makes me more depressed because I've been a real pain for my mom, being all spoiled and sullen and impatient. Subconsciously (or consciously) acting like a brat will make my mom younger ---since I'm acting like a rebellious 12-year old.

This lead me to thinking also about mortality and how comforting it must be to believe in God and heaven. (Apparently, this topic has preoccupied some bloggers too... I've checked) Which is why my mom --- and the women of our village --- are so active in church. In a couple of years, I will get to my mom's age and I wouldn't want to be approaching God just because I am scared. Although, that is a good motivation. I know some people's motivation is to be in God's good favors for a special someone... I am not telling... anyway, I digress...

I wasn't able to go about the rituals of Lent this long weekend. My days were actually spent relaxing. I got to clean my room (not completely), bond with friends and family, and check out dining places --- some of which were closed :(

Just like the masochistic Catholic school girl that I am, I miss my retreats and sermons. I think I will be checking out the Singles for Christ lectures with my friend this Thursday. Abangan...