March 18, 2003
Around four in the morning I was awaken by my cousin’s crying and I know that instant that the 48hours given to us had already elapsed. We quietly sob and pray while his heart beat slows down. He exhaled his last breathe peacefully. I know there will be no more pains for him and his only pain is seeing us sad.
Seven years had passed and that very day is still fresh in my memory. And every year I am wishing for him to come home from his looooong vacation. I love my Tatay so much. Every bit of me might have changed thru the years. But me being his “daddy’s girl” will remain the same even if I’m 60 or 70 years older.
I just pray that if ever we see each other again, he still remembers me and let me sit on his lap like what we used to do. “Tatay, I’m still your little Carol. And I miss you so much.”
Cherish every moment you have with your parents coz no matter what age we lose them… years we had with them will never be enough.
