To my avid readers, as you may have noticed that it has been 6 months since the last time I posted an articles dated back in April 15, 2012 (that's 6 months inactive) that's because I have been busy with my daily life dealing with sickness and worse yet dealing with my sickly mother who is now in the Lord's hand.
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| My Dad with my Mom in October 2010 which was the last day I would see my mom alive. |
It was very tough situation times for me to handle. She was in the Philippines and I am here in US. I felt so bad for not being able to be with my mother during her illness until her passing due to financial difficulties. I guess in a way, I want to remember my mom the last time I saw her in October 2010. She was very happy and funny. That's how she remain in my memory. A very loving, sweet, caring and most of all a very wonderful wife to my dad and a wonderful mother.
I am still grieving! It has been only 52 days since her passing and I found myself crying whenever I think of her. But most of all, I found myself being sad during nights when I'm on my bed. She always pop in my mind. I just can't help thinking of her.
My very first dream about her after her passing was kinda letting me know that it was OK for her to go. I was never there when she died. In my dream, she was dying and before she took the last breath she looked at me and smiled then she nodded and then lastly she took that last deep breath. (crying.... :-( ....)
The other time in my dream, she came to visit me and she was at the kitchen frying some chicken wings. (I was wondering what makes mom cook fried chicken when in real life she never ever fry chicken). When I look at her knowing that it couldn't be her 'cuz I know that she died, it didn't scare me at all that she was there super alive. I even asked her a question. I said "Mom, what are you doing here? You are supposed to be in Heaven." "I'm here cooking fried chicken for you." her replied. Later on, she was packing her stuff and told me that she was going back to heaven now. Before I could say anything I was awaken by a loud noise of the alarm clock. (Sigh)!
My mother was born on February 1939 and received her wings on September 2012. She was 73 years old. Survived by her husband Jose and 11 children and some 50s grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. I love you mother. This is not the end or goodbye. We shall meet again!
