Call me mama’s boy. I won’t refute but give you a grin because I know it’s true. Indeed I am a mama’s boy. That was before when I still see my mom. I can even recall sleeping under her armpit (weird but it’s true). But not anymore after my mom’s death last year. Oh that’s exactly a year ago when my left her earthly body and joined my father in the world of eternity.
I remember September 3, 2008 around 6 o’clock in the morning when woke up with tears flowing from my eyes. It was so dramatic, so intense that my heartbeat was so fast that I can hardly catch it. Then I rose and grabbed my cup and took some water to drink. I sat in the corner blankly. I don’t know why I was feeling and reacting that way.
Few minutes after, our youngest brother called me sobbing. I then understand the connection of my tears when my brother delivered a shocking news that our mom was rushed to the nearest hospital due to stroke. Tears just kept on flowing like a river. I wanted to go right away but I’m out of cash so I find my ways to generate cash so that I can catch the latest trip back to Negros, living my ailing mom under the care of our eldest sister, Bernadith and youngest brother, Joven.
The day went on so hard that I was able to gather enough funds late in the afternoon. Too late for me to catch for the last trip. So I decided to leave early dawn of the following day.
September 4, 2008, around 6 o’clock in the morning, while I was on my way to Negros my sister Bernadith called me and said to be strong and learn to accept whatever happens to Nanay Lourdes. I cried inside the van not minding what the other passengers would say about me. I prayed hard that I may be able to see Nanay for the last time. I saw hope when I was able to ride the first trip of ferry boat bound for San Carlos City, Negros Occidental.
However, while the boat is in the middle of the rough sea, my elder brother Cornelio called and informed me that Nanay finally gave up on the battle around 8:15 in the morning. I just stayed in one corner and looked at the horizon blankly. I tried to be strong but tears are so uncontrollable that it flowed steadily. I said to myself it’s better to exhaust all my tears so that I can cry no longer.
Nanay Lourdes for is the best mom one can ever had. She was full of wisdom and compassion. She was the pinnacle of virtue and unconditional love. She never got married after my father died in 1990. Imagine she was able to raise us alone for the rest of the 18 long years. She sacrificed so much for our family. She is my hero, my idol. Scribbling this in her makes me cry and happy how grateful I am to have Nanay Lourdes as my mother. It makes me sad though because I am mama’s boy no longer.