it’s that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore
here’s where the story ends – sundays

I told papa re: Dell’s dad being in in the ICU and after several exchanges of point of views, I’ve found out a secret, which he kept for so many years. He said, few months before my mother died in 1990, he already knew that it was terminal; that mama has least chances and will die soon but he tell no one, even us, his children. Ahm yeah, he has his own reasons. Being just a kid then, I know I cannot yet understand the concept of a dying mother. Ohidontknow. But i think it was unfair, somehow. Its another matter of lot of could-have-beens for me, and my brothers and sister. I should have stayed home than playing outside, spent more time with her, ask her to storytell, etc. but then, what can I do, I asked. Wala. Its all said and done. People die – and that’s reality. Just like last saturday, dell’s dad passed away. Sigh. I was so worried for him. He loves his father so much. T’was a busy weekend for me. Spent it with him and his family. Bought biscuits, flowers; helped around with the chores, accompanied him to the market, bought needed stuffs, secured his dad’s death certificate, did the cutting of tag/ ribbons of names of family members and pinned those in the coffin. I was uncomfortable at first coz I really cant stare a dead body that long.. but hey, I went fine. bait nman si tatay. I know, he’ll say hello for me to my mom in heaven. Here’s, where their story ends.