September 06, 2002 ~ 10:33 p.m.
Feeling:
Well it was the final day, Labor day. Monday. The goodbye day. It was any other holiday, but very special yet saddening for the youth at KMC. We woke up, got together our stuff, and put them in the activity room to put on the bus later.
We didn't have time to get together with our 9th appointment (which I was sort of relieved because mine was this guy that I really didn't want to talk to) and so we got to eat breakfast with our 10th appointment. I got to eat with Shelina, one of Sara's friends. Before she said she only knew me as Sara's cousin, but now we've gotten to know each other better. She's perky, boy-crazy, dramatic, and funny.
After breakfast, we had another mass to attend, and I had to do the first reading. Later when we had to make peace with others before we sang the Lamb of God prayer, Jo hugged me and said that I was a good reader. What I love most about the Mass was singing those praise songs.
After Mass we all took one big group photo, then our own group parishes did. Then we left the chapel, the last I would see of that for some time....
The bus had arrived, and we got our stuff to load on the bus. Me and Bridget had claimed the back seat again. Well, it was sad to leave behind all those wonderful memories, happiness, laughter, and wonderful people, but we knew we had to go.
Both me and Bridget felt like we left something behind. Our hearts. Our souls. To sing "I left my heart at KMC..." like "I left my heart...in San Francisco.."
Then we had a long ride back home, dropped off the Kona people, hugs and goodbyes to Jo and to my new best friends, Joyce, Amy, and Penny. I gave a lot of people notes, giving them my e-mail, hoping that someone will remember to e-mail me, or at least drop me a line or something, and I should go and send Joyce a hello or something.
Then the bus driver dropped off the Waikoloa kids, and went down to Kawaihae where I had called my mom earlier that she said she would pick me up. The bus driver was SO nice, even though he had a LONG drive, he dropped me off right where my mom was, near the highway. I waved goodbye to my friends, and went with my mom to the beach. She had gone earlier that morning, and had brought along my auntie and her baby, my little godson.
We ate and rested for a while, and played with little Jonard, watching him learn to do new things, like raising up his hands and tensing his little body like a body builder! He's so funny and adorable when he does that! He even copied my mom to 'kiss', making the noise and making a popping sound with your mouth. So precious...
We later cleaned up and my mom drove my aunt and Jonard home, and then we ourselves went home. I felt so changed, so enlightened, so much had happened in those past few days, that I wanted to go back, with the same people. Everyone who went didn't want to leave, that they wanted to do that all over again. I'm sure gonna miss those times...to spend time with people who actually share with me the love of God, Jesus, the Holy spirit, and the love toward each other as a community, a family.
"Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten." ~Stitch
Hehe...the fluffiest alien on Hawaii...n.n
Well, that was shorter. I'm finally done, now it's time to get onto the serious stuff...
Can't take this crap anymore...
Torn
Staying Strong
Heavenly Music
A Filipino Drunkard's Party
Living life »»†«« in solitude...
