It was Sunday, March 5, 2006, Papa was not home. He was already in Tarlac. He was told to go there na. And he did. Because he knew that the time was getting nearer and nearer.
Last night (Saturday), his BP and pulse was already going down. But when he hears the screams of Mommy..."Ador! Ador!"....his BP goes back to normal. He was afraid to leave Mommy. But everybody in the room saw that he was already having a hard time. Probably...he was already going when he heard her screams. He just wouldn't leave his family, especially Mommy. When at last his children went up to him and assured him, "Sige na Daddy, kami na ang bahala kay Mommy, magpahinga ka na."...The night went on....and his BP went down slowly. Pero tuloy tuloy siyang bumaba. Madaling araw.....his time came. They were actually in the hopsital. His son saw that he already left and they carefully told it to his mother. Mommy, when she heard the news, went up to Daddy and said "Daddy...gising....Daddy". That was a very hurtful scene. All of them saw how his face glowed after he left this world.
That same morning, we, here in ParaƱaque, were asked to go there. My other cousins were already there actually. We were the only ones not present. Going there, I had a hard time...cause tears kept streaming down my eyes. I actually can't believe that he's gone. I entered he house in Tarlac and the first thing I saw was the name they always put up when somebody died. When I saw Daddy's name on it....I started crying again and add to that....I saw his casket...there in the living room...the same place kung san binurol rin si Ingkong. This was very hard for me because I never imagined to see him there. I immediately looked for Mommy cause I can't even imagine all the hurt she is feeling....I saw my other cousins who can't manage to stop crying as well....outside I saw people na nagsusugal and that PISSED me off...kakaasar talaga...don't they have any respect?!
Since I can't stay there....we went home later on...there were still classes. Actually we were the only ones who were going home ( and that pissed off my Father a bit )
FAMILY ALWAYS COMES FIRST
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