Sundays usually find me thinking back to a weekend I wish wouldn’t end. But this time, I’m actually looking forward to Monday. I had started this post while sitting over my ribeye steak dinner and then had to stop after one paragraph to tend to my number one customer at home who was busy doing his homework.
Weekends should be three days, I always say — and the week, 6. Ha! =) I can’t wait for Monday.. and yet I know I’ll be hitting the ground running at work, and there will be a thousand and one things to juggle. I’ll live — and I’ll do it all with the Monday optimism that I try to infuse the day to help me get going. (I have to have something beyond the caffeine!) But I’m getting ahead of myself..
The weekend was productive, indeed. Didn’t quite get the gown but got to fit a bunch (6 in all!) and found one but they didn’t have the right size. The good news is that yes, I lost a size (Confirmed!) and maybe I might make it to the lower size yet. (Ha! Optimism…)
Everything went well including another Saturday trip to the city beyond the gown search. I ate at the counter and sat next to these nice young men who ooohed and aahhhed my burger and shakes — and then I finally went back to Envelopper NYC in Chelsea to get some invitation supplies. (Work in progress.)
All this, though, didn’t eclipse the sad news I got our Friday evening, that a high school batchmate and fellow Paulinian, Liezl Martine had passed away after losing her battle with cancer after 7 years. That was a battle well fought by one of the sweetest persons I know. And I’m not saying that just because she is a celebrity — she’s one who was but never acted like one, even back then when everyone looked at her with such awe and adulation because of her famous parents and her career as a child actress. We weren’t close — but I know she’s one person who, if I saw her walking a distance away, would not pretend she doesn’t remember who I am.
I am actually closer to Arlene, her cousin, who was a Paulinian from her grade school days. I remember a few trips home ago, I had actually asked for Liezl’s home address to send her something, but I wasn’t able to — Arlene’s message back was that I should go and see her. I never did. I did revel in the positive updates via Facebook. She shared her cheery countenance every moment she could, savoring life and doing everything she could to live it to the fullest.
That was a tall order considering she had traveled the world over so many times — for the most part, it was going back to places she liked. This was one person who could truly speak with authority if and when you asked her a question about some famous exotic travel destination because she’s the one who’s been there, done that. But that isn’t what I envied her the most for — it was the undying love and devotion of her husband, Albert, the more famous one of the pair and yet the luckier one by all indications, having had Liezl as his better half. And yet he returned that love with equal if not more dedication.
It brought us yet to another “life is short” moment. Liezl was a year younger than me and she lived and cherished every day she was given, so that was yet another stark reminder that we have to live life to the fullest.. just like Liezl showed us how to.
To the Muhlach and Martinez families, my condolences. Liezl is in a better place now. It may seem like an endless night — but the sun will shine again. Monday is here, it’s a fresh start.