The Art of Letting Go II

One of the hardest part of any good relationship is having to say goodbye. May it be a temporary separation or a long term one, biding a farewell always leave a deep shove of longing.

I accompanied my sister at the airport yesterday and as of this writing she is now in Dubai to join my two elder brothers who worked there.

Kirrs, as I fondly call her is the only girl in the brood of five. She is our middle child, my big sister and my closest friend. I am four years behind her but that doesn’t hinder our good relationship as buddies.

Of course, growing up with her was a calamity. We always fight when we’re still young and had declared a weekly world war that made our mom scream with contempt.

But as we have entered maturity, we both realized our fondness for each other—that no matter what happened, family will always be there.

She took me under her wings and she became and still is the best mentor I had. It’s only now that I surmised that my attitude toward life in general was fashioned from her. She validates my thinking and pushed me to be the best person I can be. She is my source of quality advice and my threshold of reality. Truth is, she doesn’t sugar coat in letting me know that sometimes I can be a prick.

11 years ago, a tragedy happened to my family as the three of my siblings faced a motorcycle accident.

It was her who was badly injured and up to this day, she carried the scar of that formidable past. Her left leg is the testament that life can, at times, be unfair.

Yet, what astounds me most was her persistence that life must go on. She kept her faith in the Almighty and vowed that this is just but a challenge worthy of her time. She finished her bachelor’s degree with flying colors and passed the CPA Licensure Examination thereafter. She then found a lucrative post in one of the government agencies and made a name for herself. Her disability did not push her to give up; it made her stronger.

She is the embodiment of a person who had gone through deep waters and darkest nights and despite of it all—her spirit still persists. She had found the unwavering light that is in her and kept it aflame. How true, triumph ensue to those who persevere.

To you Kirrs! Saying Thank You cannot suffice the treasured moments we have shared.

Saying I Love You is not sufficient to describe my heartfelt joy in knowing that you are my sister and my friend. Words escaped me this time.

…but still, you know that this comes from the deepest part of me.

Make it good and weave your dreams into reality.

Hope to join you and Kuya soon!