I'm going to talk about something I try to avoid at all costs.. They say "Time heals all wounds". That's not necessarily true. But you can learn to live with your ghosts and know that death is not the end but the beginning of something better...
I was only 23 years old. A Lcpl and assigned as extra staff during the transition from Marcos to eventually Corazon Aquino as the new President of the Philippines..
Typhoon Wayne. September 1986..
I had duty.. I was a guard at the US Embassy in Manila. These were turbulent times. Ferdinand Marcos had just been disposed. Elections were exciting but so.many political parties vying for power..
My GF & my son, didn't stay at the apartment as I requested. They tried to travel towards Batangas City, from Manila.. Her parents lived near the City of Tayabas.. they didn't want her in Manila with the Super Typhoon approaching. My heart still grieves..
The rain was deep on the road.. and the storm surge was adding to the impossibility of travel. No one knows what the Jeepney driver was thinking. But instead of stopping.. he drove into the high water and the storm surge dragged the Jeepney into the Sea.. 😿😿
Cely was 25.. my Son 11 months.. the six people on the Jeepney including the driver drowned.. my Son would have been 39 this year..
I transferred out of the Embassy.. I put distance between myself and my pain.
Life is full of death.. but its how you deal with it that matters most.
I have never spoken about this outside of Therapy.. And that... Was long ago..
