Your Presence Still Lingers Here

Each and everyone of us had a saddest moment. We just want to forget it but it still returns like a figment of your imagination or good memories. This moment happens without any warning, it happens at any time and any reasons.


My saddest moment happened when it was November 12, 2008. My lola died that day, but before that, she had a happy and good life, she lives in San Miguel while we live in "bayan". When I was still young, I remembered that I tripped her because i was so angry, but I said sorry to her. After that, she became very old. Even though she is old, she still can do the things she did before like removing the stones in the rice and others.


We were not so close but, I love her. When she became very ill, we went there to comfort her, even our relatives from abroad went back to the Philippines because they are concerned about lola's health. When they were there, they took care of lola in her house. When the time for us to leave and let her children take care of her occured, we went back to bayan and when we are sleeping my parents was was called, and they brought to the hospital. When I woke up, I was stunned by the news that my lola died. At first, I was shocked then I shed tears, but I quickly rubbed it so no one could notice. I went to school with a common tune but deep inside, It hurts like hell. After going to school, I realized and remembered all the beautiful and happy things that occured between us.


Then, the wake is on. Many people visited the wake of my lola because she is known in Maragondon as a kind and generous lady. I think that the wake lasted for one week. After that, the burial day came, every people in San Miguel who knew her joined even our relatives from far away places came. The procession was very slow and it was a very hot day. When we reached the church, the mass for the dead started, my father's co- choir members described the scene as "mas marami pang tao ang nagpunta dito kaysa sa second mass" then I thought there were many people that she helped. When the moment that we sprinkled the holy water , I cried really hard, I want to stop but my will has been bent. When she is going to be buried, I thought of funny things to make me stop crying, but it failed, I stopped crying when her coffin was inserted at the tomb  and I thought that all was lost, memories and many others.


May you be happy where ever you are lola.