Life is so… whatever.

Am ridiculously busy at the moment, going out of town tomorrow and then DAVIDS! next week, so. Hiatus until after that. If I’m still alive after the epicness, omg.

“It’s so admirable the way he’s handling it though, and it’s amazing to see him there as an example for millions of other people who have also been affected the same way he and his family have.”

~David Archuleta,
on David Cook and the amazing strength and grace he continues to show in the face of Adam’s passing

SO. MUCH. WORD.

I cannot say enough how much I admire David Cook especially in these difficult times. He has cancelled only one show, even though I would totally understand if he cancels even the Manila show. How does he even do it, it blows my mind.

PS. Cookie blogged so beautifully about it. I can’t even. He is amazing. ♥

Is this the moment where I look you in the eye?
Forgive my promise that you’ll never see me cry

I admire David Cook so much for the strength and grace he displayed amidst such tragedy. I cannot even begin to imagine how difficult it was to do the race just hours after Adam passed away.

Sigh. I love David Cook. So, so much. I wanted to give him a hug so bad after watching this. And ngl, I teared up when he did. MY HEART. :’(

If you’re wondering why I am so deeply affected, brain tumors have had a personal effect on my life, as two of my immediate family have been afflicted by it. First when I was 8, and the next was diagnosed about a year and a half ago. It scared my young little self the first time like you wouldn’t believe, and now we are praying that the second one does not pose a problem like the first did. (It’s benign and operable, but we have decided not to so as not to risk the parts of the brain it’s in contact with unless absolutely necessary.) I do not pretend to understand how it feels to watch your brother battle cancer for over 10 years, or to lose someone near and dear to your heart, but I do know a little bit of how it feels to know there is this thing that might take your loved one any moment. (I still remember that fateful dinner a year and a half ago when the news was broken to us. I cried all night. Also, the words mother and coma in the same sentence are quite possibly the most terrifying and confusing things for an 8-year-old to hear.)

My thoughts and prayers go out to the Cook family.

R.I.P. Adam Cook. May angels lead you in.

As we sing your daily anthem
Would you sing my song at the top of your lungs
And we’ll all sing along
We’ll all sing along