I was in gradeschool then. My mother, whom I call "Mamang" usually call me by my endearment "Ga Mic". Kid as I am, I was having the time of my life! I knew back then that she loves me dearly. Mom would sometimes let me sit on her lap, trying to send me to sleep. It was so comfortable and secure sleeping in Mom's arms. It was like all the tiredness and pressures brought about by the passing days seemed to melt away when her soft voice started lulling me.
Mom was my source of happiness when sadness seemed to steal my young world. She shared to me the goodness of life and of living in simplicity. She was so expressive of her love for me, letting me feel secured in her arms.
The time came when I went to Manila to pursue my studies. It was really hard living away from my mom. So, there I was in the city seeing the world in its different view,still going with the flow of life.
After a year, I received a phone call from my father, asking me to go home. Without thinking twice, I flew back home. When I entered the house, I cannot bear to look at her. I was in the stage of denial so I seemed to rationalize everything. I stopped myself from feeling such heavy emotion. I talked to her but I could not hold the tears any longer so I just let them be.
Months passed by, she was already in the hospital room. I really can't bear looking at her straight. She is in severe pain and finds no hope for her condition. Bedridden as she was within four months time, mom left us. That was the first time I ever cried hard. It was only at that time when I'm with a heavy heart and a downcast spirit. It takes me years to recover from the said experience. I believe that my mom is happy, enjoying eternal peace in God's loving hands.
Now, I'm still on my journey. Though the world may bring me down at times, I know that her love shall give me strength to move on in this intricate world.I know that she's just there, always keeping a good watch at me.
To our perfect fan, our love goes with you wherever you are now...
