Baguio, May 2009
Every time someone is gone too soon, there are nothing but questions in my mind. But it seems that the answers to those questions aren't meant to be understood. How do you even begin to comprehend such things?
Shella, your students are mourning your loss, but their blogs and tweets and status messages also celebrate the life you have lived, the life you have so generously shared with them even for just a short while.
I only got to know you last May in Baguio, and for that I am both sad and glad.
Rest now, Shella. Someday, we'll get to hang out again.