The day my Mother died

We already scheduled our trip to see her and the rest of my family in a couple of weeks but I guess God needed her soon. 

Just like that, she was gone. In her sleep, peacefully. 

No goodbyes…..

I shutdown.  I turned my phone off.  I was too sad, devastated & heartbroken to talk to anyone or even answer text or messages. Nothing felt important anymore. 

I knew my experience in losing her wasn’t unique. I knew every persons parent will die.  In my deepest sadness & slowly accepting a fact, I knew I was blessed to have her, however short it felt. She was an extra ordinarily charismatic woman who’s smile can light up a room and who’s scowl can make my nieces & nephews nervous. 

She loved life, freely give whatever little she got, loved food, love chocolates….. and above all, she loved her family. 

My life is now divided into two. One with her and my father and one without them. 

I am grateful for the opportunity to be her daughter. Grateful to physically exists in the same energy field as hers. While her death pains me, her life sustains me. You cannot die if you have never lived. I am grateful for her life. 

With an absolute certainty that one day, I will see my nanay & tatay again. 

I am grateful…

Thank you to all that took their time to reach out in whatever form it may be, please bear with me if I don’t answer back right away. I am very slowly going back to life, one day at a time.