My Mother and my Father with me on my wedding day.
I don’t know how to begin with this. It was three years ago when me and my elder sister went back to my country because my mother died of stroke. I always remember her last words until now when we last speak over the phone “when will you come back?”. It was the most painful moment of my life to saw my mother (Erika’s grandmother) lifeless in the coffin for the last time.
Now its happening again.
Yesterday I received a message from my elder brother in the Philippines that my father (Erika’s grandfather) were brought again to the hospital. I called my elder sister whom with my father and I tried to spoke with him but I got no response, this time he was unconscious unlike before he can talk to us even hes not feeling well. Yesterday June 7, 2009 Sunday at noon he left us forever.
My father had suffered from a fourth stage prostate cancer. He was diagnosed with that desease to late to be cure, the doctor told us that he will not get well even he undergoes operation. We want him to have an operation but his heartbeat was too weak. He doesn’t know the truth that he will not get well. I always telling him you can still walk and ride your bicycle soon. I always telling him when we talk over the phone to get well soon and he always answer me “yes”.
Now I am on the saddest point of my life. Tomorrow we will going back to the Philippines to be with him for the last time and to say “Papa, thank you for giving us our lives and taking care of us. Thank you for everything. Otsukaresama deshita. Oyasuminasai.”
Please wake me up in this nightmare!
