And So, We Met Again

Last April, a month before my father's death, he was hospitalized due to heart attack, the first attack. When he was still in the hospital, I promised to let him visit his hometown in Bohol after his recovery. He had always loved being with his siblings and relatives. A month later, he died in his beloved hometown. Mama, my sister, and Shaynna were with him in Bohol. From Japan, I had to go directly to Bohol.

As the taxi approached my aunt's house, I saw Shaynna. I was torn between the fear of not being acknowledged by Shaynna and the dread of seeing my lifeless father. As I got off the taxi, I was met by my mother. At that moment, everything else flew away from my mind and all I could feel was far beyond grief. It was the deepest pain I've ever felt.

As I was crying my heart out, someone hugged my left leg and as I looked down, I met the eyes of someone I've been longing to meet again. I've always feared that my 3-year old daughter won't come near me, being away from her for almost 2 years. She then stretched out her hands, urging me to pick her up, while saying "mommy". At a young age, she seemed to understand everyone's pain, my pain and unknowingly became my strength, my comfort.