My beloved son, Ben Nov. 17, 2012
My son Ben, 23 years of age, just got certified as a Yoga instructor 3 weeks before his motorbyke was swiped by a van driven by a 73 year-old woman as she turned left. My husband and I lived in London when this happened. The woman claimed she did not see my son and 3 witnesses came up to speak that it was her fault. He passed away same day on Nov. 17, 2012, and on Dec. 15th, 2012 which was barely a month, he would be graduating in college with an English major. Ben was ready it seems for this eventuality--a dozen journals with poems, anecdotes, and journal entries surfaced in his apartment, some of which had references to life and death. In August of 2012, he insisted to help in the flooding in the Philippines. For two weeks, he witnessed the poverty and inconsolable struggle of people affected by calamities. In photos and videos of Ben, he can be seen submerged in murky water full of debris and all kinds of diseases. in his journal, he promised to come back and help the poor. He then came back to his university in Dallas and vowed to finish his degree. Meanwhile, he was also helping a child with some mental disorder through breathing, music, and yoga.
At his wake, everyone of his friends shared that Ben has touched their lives profoundly. They claimed that Ben helped them during their difficult moments. Some witnessed that he has a beautiful soul or that his soul is perfect. All he wanted to do was to help others--as was written in his own purpose in life. How can a soul this great, immersed in poverty in a third world country, and vowed to embark on a mission be taken away as soon as he was just beginning? He wrote profusely and towards the end, he found a deep connection with God.
Ben's last FB entry was as follows:
"Live every moment as if it were your last,
It may very well be.
Live each and every moment,
Savor the gift of being alive!
And after you have lived like this
With each moment precious and unique,
You will find your truth,
You will find the beauty in this wold,
And you will have truly lived,
Instead of having just been alive.
Live well :)
Ben meant for us, especially his family, to live well, but with our loss, it seems impossible. We miss him so terribly and pray that we will see him in heaven one day.