He never gave up on me. He was always saying your time will come and life is full of hope. He saw with tearful eyes, how I was surviving through my married years, yet he never asked me to give it
up. He saw how hard it was to raise and rear my five kids single-handedly, but he was there to help me through. When I almost gave up on life, he was comforting me. He said gather all your
strength, it is what makes you moving and going on. I know he doesn't surrender thinking how I will fight with life, how I will survive through all my turmoils and how I will overcome every bit of
difficulty and drags that pull me down. He stayed to live more than a hundred, to do all these things for me. But last Saturday, September 29, 2012, I saw through his eyes, he didn't want to go. I
had to tell him, it's time to have that final sleep, not to worry for me anymore. He heeded and closed his eyes, his blood pressure dropped, his ECG read a final straight line. The man who loved me
best and truly has finally bade me good-bye.
Many years before, he asked that he be buried in his hometown when he dies. I couldn't see why he wanted it because my mother was buried here in Quezon City. More than eighty years of his entire life, he spent in Quezon City. Last Wednesday, when we transferred him to his hometown, in Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga, I got my answer. His relatives took care of everything from the moment we arrived to the time he was buried. He didn't want me to worry and spend any more for him, up to the last moments, he was with me. It was time that the countless relatives he had helped before, pay back his kindness and generosity. He was given the best and most fitting accord for a wake. Each one of my relatives who came and visited could only speak good about him. He was their idol. He was the epitome of someone very respectable and responsible as a husband, a father, as an uncle and even as a grandfather. He was truly adored by many.
We buried him last Friday, October 5, 2012, amidst a serene and warm sunny day. It was not hot but the air had a solemn breeze to deaden the noise around. The best husband, father, uncle and grandfather had finally returned and got buried in his hometown.
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