Recently, isang pangyayari ang nagsilbing trigger para magreminisce ako sa past years ng buhay ko. It was a sad story. One of my closest friend lost his mom due to liver cirrhosis. Hindi man lang namin alam na malala na pala si Tita. Siguro hindi na lang sinasabi samin ng kaibigan ko because of course it was painful to know that your mother is set to leave you physically anytime soon.
And then that’s it, I heard the news straight from my friend. Hindi man ako yung nawalan that moment but I feel the pain. Naramdaman ko yung sakit. Bakit? It’s because I already lost mine and in that moment I remembered my mother. The last few talks we had when she was actually saying her goodbye. That talks na feeling ko hindi ko sineryoso that time because I’m not that fully aware of what was really happening. Why? Because I am just seven years old. Hindi ko narealize agad na kailangan ko palang itreasure yung mga moments na yun kasi hindi na siya mauulit. As in NEVER.
No words to say para sa kaibigan ko kasi alam ko na kahit anong sabihin ko that time won’t matter kasi what he’s feeling is totoong pain at sadness. Mahirap yung pinagdadaanan. Well time heals, maybe. Acceptance, oo pero yung sakit at lungkot, hindi yun mawawala.
Goodbye Mom! I’ll always love you! Yan ang common denominator namin ng friend ko ngayon. Till we see each other soon!