Sunday, November 09, 2003
two years ago, a good friend of mine, Darren Sumabat, past away. i still remember today exactly two years ago. The events are still fresh in my memory as if it only happened yesterday. It was slightly raining as i lugged my luggage to the little theater. Leaving the campus at snack, i left along with the yellow school bus that took the MUNners to the UCLA Conference. We were dropped off at the Double Tree Hotel, checked in, then proceeded to opening ceremonies. Tiffany was my co and we represted Pakistan in WHO (world health organization). After committee, i headed back to my hotel room and called my mom to let her know i how everything was going. little did i know that the phone call would be the bearer of bad news. my mom didn't want to tell me but i ended up figuring it out.
"I have something to tell you, but i'll tell you when you get home."
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you when you get home."
"Why can't you tell me now?"
"oh. Charisma called by the way."
"Charisma? Why would Charisma call? *pause* Did Darren die???"
*PAUSE*
"yes. this morning."
*PAUSE*
whimpering
"Emierald, don't cry. Not now, you're on shool business."
"I can't help it. *PAUSE* can i go home?"
"No. You have to stay there. Just do it for Darren."
"ok mommy."
"ok. go to bed."
"i have to go to the delegates room."
"can u concentrate?"
"i'll try."
"ok. bye."
"love you."
"love you. take care."
"bye."
once i hung up the phone, i turned to my roomates (kristen, pamela, and mona) who had never let me down and started crying. we embraced each other ever so tight in realization that we don't know when our lives will end or when will be that last time we'd be able to appreciate each others presence. i tried writing a speech in the delegates' room, but i couldn't concentrate. It was all too overwhelming.. with the conference going on and with the thought that i'll be going home to a sad reunion, i thought i couldn't last the weekend. i just wanted to go home and reunite with the fatima class of '99 and just comfort each other.
so today, i went to the 12.15 mass and saw henrik and darren's family there. It was good seeing them holding up so strong because they knew that they didn't lose a son. They only gained an angel. Then later on in the day, my mom, emily, solar, and i went to go visit his grave site. then, my grandma's. after that, we went to the mall and ran into Aynber. She came from LMU for the weekend just to visit Darren. it was good seeing her again.
and now i sit in nostalgia........remembering the yester years...
Rest in Peace Darren. "Good night moon, Good night stars, Good night Darren."
Jan. 23, 1985 - Nov. 9, 2001
We miss you
"I have something to tell you, but i'll tell you when you get home."
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you when you get home."
"Why can't you tell me now?"
"oh. Charisma called by the way."
"Charisma? Why would Charisma call? *pause* Did Darren die???"
*PAUSE*
"yes. this morning."
*PAUSE*
whimpering
"Emierald, don't cry. Not now, you're on shool business."
"I can't help it. *PAUSE* can i go home?"
"No. You have to stay there. Just do it for Darren."
"ok mommy."
"ok. go to bed."
"i have to go to the delegates room."
"can u concentrate?"
"i'll try."
"ok. bye."
"love you."
"love you. take care."
"bye."
once i hung up the phone, i turned to my roomates (kristen, pamela, and mona) who had never let me down and started crying. we embraced each other ever so tight in realization that we don't know when our lives will end or when will be that last time we'd be able to appreciate each others presence. i tried writing a speech in the delegates' room, but i couldn't concentrate. It was all too overwhelming.. with the conference going on and with the thought that i'll be going home to a sad reunion, i thought i couldn't last the weekend. i just wanted to go home and reunite with the fatima class of '99 and just comfort each other.
so today, i went to the 12.15 mass and saw henrik and darren's family there. It was good seeing them holding up so strong because they knew that they didn't lose a son. They only gained an angel. Then later on in the day, my mom, emily, solar, and i went to go visit his grave site. then, my grandma's. after that, we went to the mall and ran into Aynber. She came from LMU for the weekend just to visit Darren. it was good seeing her again.
and now i sit in nostalgia........remembering the yester years...
Rest in Peace Darren. "Good night moon, Good night stars, Good night Darren."
Jan. 23, 1985 - Nov. 9, 2001
We miss you
