“THE trouble with Hello, is goodbye,” a song known and loved by my co-baby boomers, never fail to bring a sense of nostalgia, a certain sadness, an odd mixture of bittersweet memories as the countdown begins for the farewell of a year about to go, spiced with the breathless eager expectations of the exciting things the new year would hopefully bring.
Indeed, nothing lasts forever, and for all intents and purposes, change would be smiling broadly and with obvious pride, can declare to all and sundry, the only thing that doesn’t change is change.
Unlike the seasons that keep coming back; winter icily slides into spring which yields its bright flowers to the heat of summer then allow the leaves to turn gold orange then brown until they fall in autumn, there is this sad reality that a year about to pass will never come back again.
That sadness notwithstanding, the good thing is that the joyous feeling of Christmas still prevail up to the last few days of the old year; and that somehow lessens the separation anxiety.
On the domestic front however, meaning, we in the Cordilleras will always remember 2018 because of the cruelty of Ompong and Rosita on our own people, so much so, that a lot of folks do not even consider them as part of Nature’s wrath and vengeance. Mother Nature is a nurturing, gentle caring mother who does not wish her children harm. In our hearts and mind, we join the bereaved families in a collective prayer that God in His mercy makes His eternal presence in their lives, so that they will look forward to a new year with a much better and happier life.
All of us, have our own memories, happy and sad, a long list of “if’ and ‘what might have beens” filled with a feeling of remorse and even guilt, of things we did and things we did not do, like forgive someone who did us wrong. But then, in spite of all the pains and hurts, it is also undeniable that there were also good times, in fact probably more, thus on top of all the noisy jolly festive celebration of the holidays that approach almost Bacchanalian proportions, we pause and count our blessings and we do realize, in all humility that 2018 was not that bad at all. Sure, there were sad times, but those are lessons we should learn from.
To that, thank you Lord for another year and for putting SunStar Baguio in the garden of my life, our dear readers, my family, dear readers, my patients and students and friends, maraming salaMUCH. Goodbye 2018, hello and welcome 2019.