Dear Angie,
I learned that you have gone ahead of us, to that heavenly abode that we all are destined to be. Will I feel sad? Happy?
The earthly friendship is now put to rest. I will not see you anymore in humanity, but for sure, there will be a heaven to look forward to. All the friends who have gone ahead of us, including you now, will have a grand celebration with our Savior, Jesus Christ. And with Mama Mary and the throne of angels, you will all be singing hymns to the Lord. One day, in God's time, I will join you. Great, isn't it.
We will savor the memories at Xavier School. Those were great moments. There is no greater profession than to teach. Like you, I love every moment of it. Never mind the midnight candles burned in pursuit of our goals. Each flicker was an offering. Say hello to Jesus, the great Teacher, for me.
Farewell, dear friend. It is not goodbye. Your children now have an angel watching over them. It has been said that the role of motherhood is eternal. It goes beyond the grave. May you children find this a consolation .
See you later, in God's apportioned time.
Angie Rosales- Cruz
July 31, 2009
12 pm
Friday, July 31, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
March On To Life
I am writng this to express the sad feeling burning inside me.
I just got a sad news, my friend and fellow teacher at Xavier School just had a massive heart attack, and is now confined at the ICU of a hospital. We were together for many years , teaching, enjoying the fruits of a noble profession, that of seeing our students learn I still have in my cellphone her text inviting me to attend the activities for our former student, Gibo, ( Gilberto Teodoro ). I would have loved to be there, but I, too, am sick, sick enough to be with them. I have a weak heart. I missed the get together, the fun of seeing each other, and see how we moved into our senior years. At the same time , I missed meeting our former students who have become what they are now.
To my friend, Angie, I write this poem.
March On To Life
Amidst all the pains in life
You were there, fighting it out.
You bravely embraced the challenges
Comfortably you were in God's embrace.
Fight on now , march on
Today is the greatest fight of them all
We open our arms for God's grace
And pray that He makes you well.
Beneath the pain a rainbow appears
The shining colors speak so well
God in His mercy will see you through
For wasn't He a teacher too?
March on to life...yes, my friend
We march with you in silent prayers
Mama Mary's mantle shall envelop you
With her, graces will abound you.
Written by Angelina Rosales- Cruz
July 27, 2009
Written at home
I just got a sad news, my friend and fellow teacher at Xavier School just had a massive heart attack, and is now confined at the ICU of a hospital. We were together for many years , teaching, enjoying the fruits of a noble profession, that of seeing our students learn I still have in my cellphone her text inviting me to attend the activities for our former student, Gibo, ( Gilberto Teodoro ). I would have loved to be there, but I, too, am sick, sick enough to be with them. I have a weak heart. I missed the get together, the fun of seeing each other, and see how we moved into our senior years. At the same time , I missed meeting our former students who have become what they are now.
To my friend, Angie, I write this poem.
March On To Life
Amidst all the pains in life
You were there, fighting it out.
You bravely embraced the challenges
Comfortably you were in God's embrace.
Fight on now , march on
Today is the greatest fight of them all
We open our arms for God's grace
And pray that He makes you well.
Beneath the pain a rainbow appears
The shining colors speak so well
God in His mercy will see you through
For wasn't He a teacher too?
March on to life...yes, my friend
We march with you in silent prayers
Mama Mary's mantle shall envelop you
With her, graces will abound you.
Written by Angelina Rosales- Cruz
July 27, 2009
Written at home
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