WARRIORS (MVManalo)

Manu 2

Manu, never came back after his visits to one province in Manila. Fonsi said that he had been cycling for months now to strengthen his heart and lungs due to a spasm but unfortunately he died while trying to bike a couple of hundred miles to Bulacan. He's supposed to be used to it now, but failed to make it to where he was really going. Too bad and so sad that I won't be able to see him and talk to him anymore. I was so devastated that I just kept quiet about it with the sisters. I did my job and paper works but didn't attend my trainings sessions with Paula and Jona. It hit me that when we lose someone close or important we also lose the drive and inspiration to live, or exist. I have experienced losing many of my relatives, friends or loves, but when we finally realize that the world we live in is like a temporary dwelling, it's annoying, irritating, disappointing, to think that we live just to survive or eat or breathe or work, for what, anyway. What's the use if all of us will sooner or later die, anyway! Hmp!!!

Fonsi made sure all the proper arrangements are met for Manu's burial. I didn't even know where he was buried and if he was cremated. But Fonsi said that his ashes was thrown in the river of Bulacan which made me realize that Manu lived there with his family, but anything other than that, I don't really know much about his personal life but his light, love and concern for Fonsi, me and my future baby, hihi!. Which he always chatters about when we were at the barracks before I joined the community of sisters in Manila, then in Spain and Brazil. The thing he said about a child coming to my life, was hilarious and unbelievable but I think he was right all along. It made a mark in my mind when he said that last phrase of becoming a god father to my daughter. It surely changed a lot in my life but I still wonder how he knew that would happen in the future.