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Death.  It's always on my mind, I don't know why.  I think we're just a tragic family.  My sister told me she was going to die in a car crash when she was 18, or she told me something along those lines.  She said she was going to die young, I don't know why she told me that, but she did.  She's turning 28 now, and basically has two kids.  That means she's already old, so her prediction was false, thankfully.  Everyday I plan my funeral.  Who I want to sing, what song I want in the slideshow.  I always tell Joel, "I want you to sing this at my funeral."  I have said that to him about a lot of songs though, at this rate, my funeral will be a concert of Joel and Paula (his guitar).  Death is all around.  We all think about it: how it will happen, when it will happen; but none of us really know the where or when, we only know that it is inevitable.   

This week has been a painful week for my family.  My Lola Annie died a couple of days ago and it extremely saddens me.  I never really got to meet her.  I don't remember much about her.  I wanted to go to the Philippines at least once and see her and introduce myself as her granddaughter.  I never really got that chance.  Even though I never really knew her, I know that she must have been an amazing Lola to everyone in my family.  She must have been an amazing mother to be able to raise my daddy the way she did.  My dad is amazing and therefore, she herself, must have been amazing.  Even though most of the Tunay clan is in the Philippines I can still feel their pain and sorrow and sadness.  That's the thing about families.  No matter how much distance is between us, I can still feel the pain that they must be going through.  It's kind of like a big storm in the middle of the ocean and how the waves from the storm ripple towards the shore.  That made more sense in my head.  But I do send all of my deepest condolences from Canada.  I wish, I wish I went back to the Philippines earlier so that I could have met this wonderful woman.  From the videos I have seen, she was a very lively, jolly, and happy woman.  She was surrounded by many people, mostly family, who love her very deeply.  I wish that I could be there to support my family during their time of need.  I hope that they do know that I am thinking of them and am constantly praying for their strength as individuals and as a family during these hard times.

Every day is a struggle, but I keep reminding myself that I won't be here forever so live each day as if it were your last.  That's a typical line isn't it.  I like to think of death as God calling his angels home. Life on earth will end, be excited for what comes after.  Every day is a blessing.  Live it and love it.