A wake always calls to mind Solomon’s aphorism:
It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting,
For death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this to heart. (Eccl 1.2, TNIV)
A wake makes us reflect on our own readiness for the last gasp, as it makes us share the grief of the bereaved.
I had been to the wake of Baguio businessman and biker, Jerome Coronado whose wife, Celeste, is a dear friend. It was heart-breaking for me to see her widowed at 32. She has always been full of radiance and blessings, and it is quite unsettling to find her in grief.
The tragedy will not extirpate the radiance in her nor screen out the blessings from and for her I’m sure, for she has always been wise beyond her years, and so full of vitality. But I know, as all those who have experienced death in the family know, that she will have to go through the long process of emotional healing.
And as part of her circle of friends, we who are of The Woods (Dhang, Ged, Jasmin, Michelle, et al.) wish her a greater hope for better things to come. We hope to help her sustain her strength as she struggles her way through the tangled morass of the Black Forest and finds her way back to the clearing in the Green Woods.