going badoodles

In about a few more days i will return to the house where my family awaits and for this one last time i am coming home as my parent’s daughter for when i come home again later this year, i shall be the daughter whose hand they will give away in marriage.

We shall return to the coutourier on Sunday for my gown and that of my girls.  I can no longer contain the excitement that is welling inside my heart er hypothalamus i should say…. go figure out why.

Being the OC that i am, i envision our Wedding Celebration to be nothing short than Perfect. Everyone and everything shall be in place and not one heart shall come home disappointed.  It could be a tough job and as they say when you are the Bride, you no longer have control over what happens, but hey this is my ceremony and this is my day… no one messes with my plans!

But today… like all other days God has once again taught me a valuable lesson.  That no matter how hard i try to plan and map out my life, it just does not happen that way.

You all know that i am the eldest of three. I have a Sister and a Brother.  Who else would fit the shoe of my Maid of Honor than my Sister. I doubt if my Brother would be elated to take her place.

I had it all mapped out. She is going to be the most special girl who will be standing tall and proud beside me. She will have all the responsibility of putting out wedding day activities together… but God said “NO, i have better plans.”

A month away from the festivities on our Grandfather’s 15th Death Anniversary, she flew to another country in pursuit of her dreams.  For days, i have been swimming in tears and trying to be sane again. I never thought that i could miss her this much.

Today, 10 days after she rode that plane and flew to her dreams, i got a call from her colleague telling me that she has collapsed earlier and is being treated in the operating room for what they call is a minor operation.

My sister is a very healthy person and the last thing i would ever expect is to hear that she is being operated on.  It turns out that the stomach cramps she has been experiencing before she left is not due to the drinking water and not even psychosomatic.

I bless the people who have acted timely to get her the remedy she needs and the warm Filipinos who are at her aid at this time of need when all we can do as her family is to constantly call, worry and fear for her safety.

This is unknown to our parents because we are worried about them getting sick as a result of being worried and all.  My Sister is better now and has awaken from her sedated state during the operation. Badoodles and I are coming home next week…. i wish i would be able to contain this and not let the good old folks worry too much.

Boy, am i glad my parents are not into wordpress otherwise i could be caught red handed for concealing such a delicate concern.  They will find out about it in time… i will have to talk to my Sistah first!