Only the Good Die Young
In our last conversation, you asked “masama ba ko Pre?”. I simply said NO. Because that’s the only answer there was. On the contrary, you are one of the finest, kindest people I know. Certainly one of my best friends.
It all started in college, in La Salle. You ran the special unit of the ROTC, the Marines. You certainly out ranked me but I was your senior. Perhaps, the respect was built on that foundation.
Then you showed your true form as a leader and I followed you. From the time we jumped from the 10 foot water tank, crawled through barbed wires, scaled the 6 foot wall and traversed that rope 10 feet above the ground.
You were tough as nails, never giving up, always moving forward. Rising every time you fall. There was just no quit in you. You taught me that, through actions. Never to give up - physically nor mentally.
Then I got into banking. The roles were kinda reversed. You followed my career path. And along the way broke all the records I set.
We faced challenges together. Moved in the same direction - always forward. We had each other’s back, always had, always will.
In your last message, you said that you’re surrendering your life and soul to God, His will be done. You said you will fight on until you can but leaving it in His hands. You asked that I not forget you.
How could I forget you, brother? You were like a 2nd me, and I just lost a big part of me when you passed. You see, you did not give up, you simply moved forward.
Just like in the obstacle course, you finished ahead of me. Eventually I will keep up with you and we will see each other again at life’s finish line. And you will be there, grinning and telling me, we finished well.
Lance, Semper Fi!
Only the Good Die Young
In our last conversation, you asked “masama ba ko Pre?”. I simply said NO. Because that’s the only answer there was. On the contrary, you are one of the finest, kindest people I know. Certainly one of my best friends.
It all started in college, in La Salle. You ran the special unit of the ROTC, the Marines. You certainly out ranked me but I was your senior. Perhaps, the respect was built on that foundation.
Then you showed your true form as a leader and I followed you. From the time we jumped from the 10 foot water tank, crawled through barbed wires, scaled the 6 foot wall and traversed that rope 10 feet above the ground.
You were tough as nails, never giving up, always moving forward. Rising every time you fall. There was just no quit in you. You taught me that, through actions. Never to give up - physically nor mentally.
Then I got into banking. The roles were kinda reversed. You followed my career path. And along the way broke all the records I set.
We faced challenges together. Moved in the same direction - always forward. We had each other’s back, always had, always will.
In your last message, you said that you’re surrendering your life and soul to God, His will be done. You said you will fight on until you can but leaving it in His hands. You asked that I not forget you.
How could I forget you, brother? You were like a 2nd me, and I just lost a big part of me when you passed. You see, you did not give up, you simply moved forward.
Just like in the obstacle course, you finished ahead of me. Eventually I will keep up with you and we will see each other again at life’s finish line. And you will be there, grinning and telling me, we finished well.
Lance, Semper Fi!
