Love | Hope | Trust

The last goodbye was the hardest. We all miss you so much uncle. At least you’re not in pain anymore. No more medications. No more surgeries. No more suffering. I wish I was old enough to take that last shot in honor of you. But instead of putting my shot cup on your coffin, I set down a few flowers. One for me. One for Kuya. And another just because. I hope you’re watching over me. And I hope our balloons reach to you in heaven. I love you uncle. Rest in peace.

courtneeeyhi:

loveanddrevenge:

l-u-n-gs:

n-ever-means-for-e-v-e-r:

This is like running away from your problems. No matter how many door you go through, there’s always going to be another one and another one and it’ll go on forever. You can’t avoid your problems. You either keep running but there’s no escape or face ‘em.

or it could be that when another door shuts another door opens and possibilities are always there so you should always keep going.

It’s amazing how people have different mind sets

negative and positive ^

(Source: catsdontgravity)

fearsarehere:

best feeling in the entire world.

(Source: crestfallensolace)

pizza:

how many times is it appropriate to say ‘what’ before you nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said

I did it uncle. I got up and saw you. You look so peaceful. I like your shirt. I know you chose it. It looks good on you. Kuya says he sorry. Sorry that he’s missing your burial. But I know you’d forgive him. I love you uncle. I miss you so much. Watch over us so. I’ll see you soon.