| Tuesday, August 30, 2005
| REQUIEM AETERNAM DONAIS DOMINE......MY BROTHER PHILLIP
|My younger brother Phillip in the Phils. died this morning at the Asia Hospital of the Philippines. My sister said that he was able to take the holy communion and the Last Rites given by my nephew who is a priest and he was also with my aunt who is a nun when he was given the rites.
My brother battled his cancer more than a year. He was having pain in his throat and when the doctor opened it, there was a big cancer as big as the tennis ball on his throat and then immediately spread out to his stomach. On his last stretch with cancer, it went to his bones and he was bed ridden.
My brother needed to rest now. He did a long battle with cancer and he needed to rest and forget about pain and sorrows.
The youngest among us three brothers and five sisters. Strange how sometimes this dreadful illness could just strike and give such a horrendous pain and trouble to a person. He did not know that he had cancer. All the while he thought he was having indigestion and acidity problem, until he cannot swallow food and water. When it was discovered, it was already too late to stop.
My brother, in his prime of life has been snatched away from us and his family. I cannot ask WHY because I know there wont be an answer.
I was looking for some comfort and get some sense of what had happened to my brother and I was able to get some solace to some spiritual writings of Kahlil Gibran:
"SONG OF THE SOUL"
IN THE DEPTH of my soul there is
A wordless song -- a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.
How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in the fear of
When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars; my tears
Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a whithering rose.
It is a song composed by contemplation'
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamour,
And folded by truth.
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
What string could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?
|posted by infraternam meam @ 9:18 AM
in behalf of my family, our condolences. will still continue to pray for the repose of his soul.