Saying good bye . . .

has not always been easy especially when we mean "good bye". Last Saturday, April 11, my father in law has joined our Creator after almost 3 months of battle with the big "C". He has fought the battle with so much courage even at the last minute. He was such a good man and many of his friends attested to this statement during his wake. It was so unfortunate for us especially for the two kids that they will not able to spend more time with their lolo. They couldn't understand it for now but one thing is for sure - they miss their lolo.

A very bad dream

I had a very, very bad dream last night. I dreamt that my dad passed away already. The first scene was in the hospital. There was a man in the hospital bed but with cover already. He was dead. I didn't see my dad physically but I just knew it was him. It was only me in the hospital. My mom and my sisters were not yet there. When my mom arrived, she was looking for my dad's body. She didn't know that my dad passed away. I was crying so hard already.

The next scene I could remember was in the house already. We were waiting for his body to arrive from the morgue. When he arrived, we were busy re-arranging the furnitures and other stuffs. My mom was just sitting in the sofa. She was still composed. The coffin was in place and relatives started to arrive. Each time a relative arrives, I would break down and cry so hard. It was only me who would cry. I was crying, crying and crying so hard.

It was at this point that I was awaken by my dream. . .

A very, very, bad dream . . .