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One Sweet Day

September 1, 2013

I’ve lost people dear to me. And like songs that could make and break me, this song expresses best the sorrows and the joys of separation from passing on.

This song, the lyrics in the beginning, they express how I feel right now. I wish I had told him everything I wanted to say, but I know that he’s somewhere safe, and I just hope that I’ll be able to see him again. All I have to do now is to live on, and not let him down.

I won’t be afraid.
I’ll be all right if you help me.
I know you’re looking down from Heaven.
And I won’t let you down.
I’ll be everything you taught me.
And all that I know is that I’ll wait
patiently to see you in Heaven.

The slow start, the strong ending, it’s just so perfect on how it captures how similar we all go through during someone’s passing.

Sorry, Kuya. I never told you everything I wanted to say. You were a father and friend to me.

How do I look from up there?

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