Pareng Carme, I will always remember…

For Pareng Carme to die so suddenly at 40 years is unfair.

That’s putting it lightly.

Some would even say that Carme was stolen from his family… from his wife and kids, from his loved ones, from his friends.

Like a candle whose flame was snuffed out at the height of its brightness.

But that, in essence, is Lifeit’s not fair. It’s not all roses and lemonade. Sometimes it can be frustrating, and sometimes, it can downright suck!

But we continue to live it… for what other (sane) choice is there?

Thus, with Carme’s passing, all that’s left to us — his friends — areΒ  the happy, laughter-filled memories of time spent with him when he was still alive.

I will never forget them:

  • Carme’s amazing talent in Chess which, surprisingly, and to his great frustration, did not automatically translate to a similar command of Games of the Generals πŸ™‚
  • His unique style of delivering a joke — tell it ala-deadpan… but before ending, be the first to laugh at own joke… and, for emphasis, proceed to hit the person he’s telling the joke to on their shoulders πŸ™‚
  • His tendency to be gullible, especially when it’s his friends who are leading him on. However, and this is a realization brought about by hindsight… he probably allowed us to “fool” him just so he can punch us later when he “finds out” πŸ™‚
  • His patently infectious laugh, especially those made at his own expense (see memory #2 above)

We miss you, pare. Magkikita din uli tayo balang-araw.

Pareng Carme, I will always remember…

Rest in Peace, Carmelino… batchmate, barkada, kumpare, friend.

Carmelino Pansacola, Jr. (in his signature checkered polo) was only 40 years old when he passed away last 23rd of August 2010. His death, brought about by complications from a stroke he suffered 2 weeks prior, was both sad, shocking and frustrating.

Sad, because he’s leaving 3 kids, his wife, parents, 2 brothers and all his friends behind.

Shocking, because I never thought of him as living a particularly unhealthy lifestyle.

Frustrating, because we never got to spend more time together these past few years.

He still had lots of plans. Carme, like many men his age, was too young to die.

Paalam, pare. You will be deeply missed. 😦

This poem (by an anonymous author) is for you:

Poem of Life

Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what’s to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.

We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay…

Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey’s quicker,
For some the journey’s slow.

And when the journey finally ends,
We’ll claim a great reward
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord.

Rest in Peace, Carmelino… batchmate, barkada, kumpare, friend.