All posts tagged: dealing with death of a parent

The Sunday Currently, Vol. 10: The one celebrating Papa

Today, instead of feeling sad, I chose to be happy, to celebrate my father’s life and all the blessings God has given us through him. He and Mama are no longer with us, but I am certain that we will all be together again in heaven someday. reading one book after another this past week. Call it taking advantage of the free books on Kindle and taking the time to relax as well. The past week had been a busy one for me, running errands and more, and reading was my sweet escape from the demands of being a housewife and full-time mom. Not that I’m complaining, but I really think I deserve to take a little break and enjoy one of my favorite activities. writing emails to fellow volunteers and business letters as well as translations seem to be the only things I do lately whenever I would turn on my laptop. Hopefully, I could get myself to write about other things too and soon. listening to the usual sounds of my surroundings. Come to think of it, …

Keeping the legacy

It’s been a week now since we buried Papa and I have also been sick since that day, but I feel much better now these past few days. I just had to take things slowly, one day at a time, as they say, to keep the symptoms of peripheral neuropathy at bay. It has started to bother me, so this week I focused on getting well and tending to my garden a couple of hours each day. I’ve been trying to keep my mind off what happened and I thought I’d start with forgiving and making things right. If it’s true that souls roam the planet first, visiting its loved ones, before going to the heavens, then I just had my first visit from my pops. It was Friday evening, I was battling with fever, when I suddenly smelled an unlit cigarette. It’s like it was being waived right under my nose. I imagine Papa holding it up to me to see that he has not lit it yet and has no intention of really smoking. …

Goodbye, Papa!

  I grew up always anticipating your coming home. I almost never saw you, never really got to be with you when I was a child. Nevertheless, I have fond memories of you the few times we were together, and some of them were among my many firsts. I remember the first time we went to Jollibee together. You were driving a dark blue Mercedes Benz–one of the perks of your job, I guess–that looked incredibly long and big to me at that time, and you allowed me to sit in the front, which was a first time too. I was quiet, but couldn’t sit still. I kept looking all around me, wondering if the view from the front would be different if I were seated at the back. When we reached Jollibee, however, I was disappointed that we did not go inside the store. I didn’t realize that I was in for a big treat – burgers could be bought from a small window without having to leave the car, not to mention we …