I think I am ready to finally step out and post this one. Most of the time, reckless as I am, I would usually post out of a sheer spike of emotion in my life. This time, I guess things are rather different and everyday it always does. it should be.
I've thought and rethought on a post and much I would shy away from posting it because of either am being too busy or it is another schadenfreude on my misfortunes.
Everyone fears the same when it comes to a dear relative who turns out to be sick. The fear that one day in a usual day when they step into a room someone would tell them they have passed away. The fear of hearing, reading, and knowing that they are dead.
A partial of the family tree
That fear has haunted me since my February visit to Dumaguete with John, as I finally saw how my grandmother was. Donya Mameng, as we kiddingly call her, was so thin and quieter than usual. She was tired - tired in a very profound way.
When I went back to Singapore, my mother has been attending to her and I was put out of circulation and because, I would understand, that they would like me to concentrate on my work. But there was a time, I woke up in the wee hours of the night and know something was going on. Which was upon checking with my mother only to find out Lola Mameng is in the hospital. There were times as well when everything was quite still, I would silently cry.
I've thought and rethought on a post and much I would shy away from posting it because of either am being too busy or it is another schadenfreude on my misfortunes.
Everyone fears the same when it comes to a dear relative who turns out to be sick. The fear that one day in a usual day when they step into a room someone would tell them they have passed away. The fear of hearing, reading, and knowing that they are dead.
A partial of the family tree
That fear has haunted me since my February visit to Dumaguete with John, as I finally saw how my grandmother was. Donya Mameng, as we kiddingly call her, was so thin and quieter than usual. She was tired - tired in a very profound way.
When I went back to Singapore, my mother has been attending to her and I was put out of circulation and because, I would understand, that they would like me to concentrate on my work. But there was a time, I woke up in the wee hours of the night and know something was going on. Which was upon checking with my mother only to find out Lola Mameng is in the hospital. There were times as well when everything was quite still, I would silently cry.
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