I used to live life with regrets. (It haunted me.)
Negative thoughts appeared on my mind every day. (List shown below.)
I wished I had any type of superpower abilities to bring them back to life.
What if I died from my severe head injury in 1996? (I was in a coma for about 2-3 days.)
I would not have suffered from losing my sister, Uncle, and Coach. My family, friends, and relatives will be grieving and mourning my death. ("The tables have turned.")
I cannot escape from feelings. I build meaningful relationships and connections with people. (It is in our human nature.) We are going to die tragically, happily, intentionally, and/or accordingly. (Who knows?) A loved one will be missed. You're born, you live, and you die.
I have accepted the death of my sister, Uncle, and Coach. I can say whatever I want. At the end of the day, they are gone. I cannot control the outcome.
I remember my sister, Uncle, and Coach. (The past is remembered.) They are in my heart and mind. (Live in the moment.) I have grown mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually as a person than ever before. (The future is in me.)
Thank you - Marrianne, Uncle Romel, and Coach Willie.
On November 4, my tennis and basketball coach was reported dead at his house.
Many people reached out to me. They felt guilty for not saying "goodbye" to him.
"I did not say 'goodbye' to him as well. I was able to come at peace with him from a 3-year grudge," I told them.
Also, I lost my sister unexpectedly, tragically.
"You build relationships every time you encounter people. Life is constantly changing. People come, and go. When you travel, you say goodbye. If you can embrace goodbye, you can become more grateful for the next time you say hello," my good friend told me.
Funny video taken on 9/15/13
We first met at a tennis court in 2006. I was finished hitting with my friends. As they were heading out, you friendly approached me. You talked to me about how you are a private tennis coach, and how you made your two children become great tennis players.
You went on talking as usual. In your wallet, you showed me your precious family photos of you, your wife, daughter, and son. You were always a wonderful storyteller.
You were my tennis coach.
Recently, I lost a loved one, my coach. He died unexpectedly.
(The last time I lost somebody so close to me was my sister in 2003. She died unexpectedly as well.)
I have known him, since 2006. Everything is a rush for me.
He made me become a better basketball, and tennis player.
Now, he's not here anymore. That's new for me. It takes a while to accept that he is gone. I am better now than my previous days.
It is not always easy to say, "Live in the moment,' when your loved one dies. I am human. I have feelings.
Earlier tonight, I was strong enough to open up about my strong relationship with Coach in his vigil service. I feel much better now.
What I said during his vigil service:
I hated funerals. I always avoided talking about death.
You're born, you live, and you die.
When I die, I would like to be cremated. No need to visit, and maintain my gravestone. Most importantly, I wanna save land for the future generation.
My younger-self believed that only the closed "ones" should attend his or her funeral.
For instance, during my sister's funeral, many people were in attendance. I was in shock. I was selfish.
I asked myself, "Were they even close to her? Did they ever talk to her?"
Now, I see funerals differently.
For those of you, who do not know already, my sister was gone in 2003. I already have written many blog entries about my sister. (Find my search box, and type "sister" on it.)
15 years has already passed.
Pictures taken from Virginia back in 1992. My family did not take much pictures. This is all I can find of you in the photo albums. Sorry, Uncle.
1st picture is Grandpa Sator (My dad's uncle from his mom's side), me, my sister, and Uncle Romelo.
2nd picture is Grandpa Sator, my dad, me, and Uncle Romelo.
For readers, Uncle Romelo is my dad's youngest brother.
Dear Uncle Romelo,
Last night, I was about to sleep, until I heard breaking news about an active gun shooter open firing his fully-automatic rifle at a music festival in Las Vegas. (At that time, the news reported 2 people dead, and about 200 injured.)
This morning, I woke up at 9:15. Then, I see a missed phone call from one of my good friends. (He called me at 8:45am.)
He brought up the gunshooting incident in Vegas.
14 years went by fast. I miss you (and I will always be)!
16 years later, we remember 9/11/2001.
Terrorists attacked America. Many people died. (Long story, short. Google the rest of the 9/11 story. Sorry, I did not mean to quickly cut it off.)
Where were you when it happened on Tuesday, September 11, 2001?
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