Easter Sunday, 16 April 2006

Two nights ago I dreamt of my brother Mark. He was walking with his classmates, he was so sad, crying, saying he did not know he passed away. I cried and wept with him in his sadness and for his sadness. I called up my mother, called up his girlfriend. I spoke with her for quite sometime. We were crying, we were laughing. We share the same grief of loss yet in different terms.

Today, Zsa sent me text saying that she dreamt of Mark, and he said he is not dead and he walked out of the coffin and he looked perfectly fine. These two dreams signify the death of Jesus Christ and His resurrection. I wish Mac is happy now. Although we miss him sorely everyday, we have to accept the fact that he has gone.

We celebrated Jic’s birthday today also at the Rendezvous. It was probably the first time that her birthday took place on an Easter Sunday or at a time when it was appropriate to celebrate, almost. It usually falls on a Holy Week day wherein it is forbidden to have celebrations as it was a week of mourning for Christ’s suffering before He was crucified on the cross. We did not have a birthday cake or candles as my sister wished because Mac’s demise is not yet even over forty days. In fact, the 16th was Mac’s beginning of prayers for his forty days.