silver linings and moving on

Death may end a life but it will surely not end the love you feel for someone so dear. Not if there is nothing that could compare to the unconditional affection he has given you. My Dad is someone who gives love without expecting anything in return. A little hug or kiss may lighten his mood especially when this sign of affection comes from his grandchildren. I could not recall ever feeling bad towards my Dad because he is the best for me. He may be “masungit” at times but that is something he doesn’t do intentionally. It just shows due to the stress of a day’s work I suppose.  I would like to remember Dad that way. I don’t want to be haunted by the 11 days that we saw him suffering in the hospital.

Those 11 days were the hardest days of my life. 28 years of loving Dad to be cut short by 11 days of agony. Sometimes I get to thinking that it might be better if Dad was taken away abruptly. Maybe that way, he would not have suffered. Maybe it would be much easier to accept. But things happen for a reason I suppose. Maybe there is something underneath it all. Those 11 days made us whole. Those 11 days made us strong. These were far from becoming before those 11 days hit us. 11 days with Dad at the hospital made us realize something we should have realized before.

Dad is now at his final resting place. We can start going on with our lives again. But this time without him. It would be like starting all over again - a complete overhaul of our lives. But we can pick up the pieces again, just with Dad at the background.

Whatever happens next depends on how we handle the situation ahead of us that was brought about by 11 days of nightmare. We can cope because we have to. And with that I say, que sera sera.