Farewell to the Girl with the Smiley Heart

It’s only been almost two years, but my love for this Smiley Girl never diminishes. Her family and friends, me included, miss her so much. But I smile still for the lovely memories. Thank you, Betchico, for those memories that we’ll keep forever in our hearts.

The End Justifies the Journey

“Hi, my dearest friend. Will undergo my 3rd open heart surgery tomorrow 7 am here, 8 pm there on Tuesday feb 5. Please pray for me, para maka-bakasyon pa ako d’yan at makapag-starbucks tayo.” (Please pray for me, so that I can still go on a vacation there and we can meet up at Starbucks“Love you and miss you my dear!”

My friend Betchico One of my dearest, best friends, Beth Garachico-Shockey, who lived a colorful, somewhat tumultuous, but fulfilling life. Image Copyright © Jerry Shockey

That was her last message for me. She is coming home for good, but we’ll never meet up at Starbucks and I’ll never have the chance to see her ever again. She with the beauty queen looks and wonderful smile. It was a shock the other day to find out that one of my best friends, Beth, has finally left us, never to…

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“WHERE WHITE CROWS DWELL”

When it comes to stating my views, I can be a very passionate person. You can get a glimpse of that once in a while from my Facebook account, if we’re buddies. But lately, I have been trying to not say anything. The ISIS executions, the Charlie Hebdo incident, and now, the Fallen 44.

I so have my opinions on them but I have refrained from saying anything because it is not going to solve anything. I do not anymore want to spread the negativity further. What we need is to pray to whoever is our personal god for peace.

DON’T BE AFRAID TO HATE RELIGIOUS HATE!

HATE ANY KIND OF BIGOTRY AND INTOLERANCE!

But let us SPREAD THE LOVE.

 

This is my first post for February. In observance of its significance, I am posting things in relation to love this month. I start with this poem I wrote maybe months or a year after  9/11:

WHERE WHITE CROWS DWELL

Where white crows dwell,

there, I shall dwell

with my humanity

faithful and true.

Sacred.

Cloaked in

Freedom.

Love.

Hope.

So take me, my friend

to the sanctuary of the free

to the land I know so well

in my mind, where white crows dwell.

Copyright © J.Gi Federizo

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EDIT: “Where White Crows Dwell” was first published in The Makata in November 2004, three years after it was written as a reaction to the 9/11 attacks and based on a local saying that literally translates to “When crows turn white; when herons turn black,” implying a pessimistic outlook. The poem, though, somehow reserves a more positive point of view – however hard it may seem, all things are possible.