I love candles. I remember at one time, I received only candles from each one of my friends and staffs as gifts for my birthday. They came in different colours, scents, designs and sizes. I decorated our room, our bathrooms, our dining table, our tv room, our kitchen with these candles. During blackouts I'd light few up and enjoy the little light that they give.
Fr. Rey, sdb came at the wake of my dad. I was not able to attend the blessing because I was so exhausted from crying, staying up late and sadness. I could not stand anymore that my strength gave up and I fell asleep. But my sis, Leng, shared with me what Fr. Rey said.
Life is like a candle. Its purpose has to be served for it to become a candle. That is "to bring light when there is darkness." Otherwise it is just a decorative wax.
For me candles somehow bring warmth to a cold place. They create a good ambiance to any venue. They make me feel happy when they are all lighted up.
"Candles can't be candles until they serve their purpose". All candles melt with the heat when lighted up. All kind of candles when the wick is fully burnt will cease giving light. The fire will die down. Its purpose served.
Unlike the candles, life leaves meaningful memories. Memories of happiness, sorrow, strength, weakness, victories, failures, goodness and faults. Unlike the candles, we keep whatever what was left behind. We treasure all of them, every single bit in our minds, in our hearts. We keep the fire burning to witness the decisions and actions we make.
My dad's life is like a candle, physically its warmth and light is gone but will never diminish in our hearts and minds.
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