Easter Sunday, yes. But it's also my mom's second death anniversary. I still regret that I wasn't able to bring her to Batanes. She'd always say, "Kapag gumaling ako," and I firmly believed that she would. She was strong, unlike me. But even strong people pass away. I still blame myself for that one time … Continue reading The Twelfth of April 2020
I'm in the middle of work, and I paused to check on my Twitter, only to see sablay pics. Again, I remember the time when I rebelled a week before my graduation. I remember borrowing sablay from one of my orgmates (because I had no enough money), and I didn't want to burden anyone that … Continue reading Remembering Six Years Ago
It has been forty days since you passed away, and yet every night, no matter how I tire myself, I catch myself thinking of our days with you and cry, wishing you were still with us. I miss you every day.
At 4:30 p.m., carrying a rose and a candle, I went to her grave and greeted her a Happy Mother's Day . . . even though I didn't know if she heard it. I looked at the sunset, hoping she was there with me, crying as I thought of it. I could clearly remember the … Continue reading “Happy” Mother’s Day
I don't like it when I'm awake at this time of the day. I'm neither working nor writing; I'm just lying on my bed, thinking about you again, Ma. At alam ko naman na kahit anong caption ko sa Instagram kung gaano kita namimiss, hindi mo na rin naman na makikita 'yon. But I miss … Continue reading And again, I miss you.