MUSIC: Ever the same - Rob Thomas
MOOD: Don't ask...
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Ironic.
Painful.
Agonizing.
I had never seen my mum cried so helplessly until yesterday.
"You may need me to carry all your weight," my music sucks, what an appropriate song it is!
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same..
I badly wanted to stop it but somehow it soothes me. It's always better to accept it, rather than deny everything that had happened.
SATURDAY (Manila): As me and my sisters (around 6 or 7am) were waiting to pick up our new PC and while I was dramatic about my colds, flu, whatever; my cousin, Hernan, (in Bicol) fell off a gap on the ground and was buried under a pile of muddy soil. He might've stayed there about two minutes before his brother, Herbert and my other cousin, Henry rescued him. He was rushed to the hospital, 19 hours later, doctors declared him dead.
He was too young, too nice and too humble to died. It was all a blur. He was just 17.
SATURDAY (Manila): As me and my sisters (around 6 or 7am) were waiting to pick up our new PC and while I was dramatic about my colds, flu, whatever; my cousin, Hernan, (in Bicol) fell off a gap on the ground and was buried under a pile of muddy soil. He might've stayed there about two minutes before his brother, Herbert and my other cousin, Henry rescued him. He was rushed to the hospital, 19 hours later, doctors declared him dead.
He was too young, too nice and too humble to died. It was all a blur. He was just 17.
The last time I went to Bicol, I promised him that I will be sending him some Westlife CDs. He liked Westlife songs. I never did get the chance to fulfill my promise. He just couldn't wait and I was too busy thinking about something else.
Regrets will not bring him back.
My mum flew in to Bicol first thing Sunday morning. I wanted to go, I am worried about my mum. She's 60 years old and was weeping nonstop. I'm worried about my grandfather, after Hernan was rushed to the hopsital, he barely speaks (and he still doesn't know he passed away).
The burden of not being there to symphatize because I'm in Manila. Just too far... That must've been what my mum felt whenever Aunt Minda let us call them in Bicol at the time Hernan was still in the hospital. My mum wanted to help them badly but we just couldn't do anything but pray because we're just too far...
The funeral will be this Saturday. My sister Dang, my other cousins and I are planning to go to the province by Thursday. I hope I can file a leave at work.
I hope every single one of us will be fine, somehow. I wish Hernan knew that he was, nah, still is, loved.
Goodbye and I know God will take care of you.
Regrets will not bring him back.
My mum flew in to Bicol first thing Sunday morning. I wanted to go, I am worried about my mum. She's 60 years old and was weeping nonstop. I'm worried about my grandfather, after Hernan was rushed to the hopsital, he barely speaks (and he still doesn't know he passed away).
The burden of not being there to symphatize because I'm in Manila. Just too far... That must've been what my mum felt whenever Aunt Minda let us call them in Bicol at the time Hernan was still in the hospital. My mum wanted to help them badly but we just couldn't do anything but pray because we're just too far...
The funeral will be this Saturday. My sister Dang, my other cousins and I are planning to go to the province by Thursday. I hope I can file a leave at work.
I hope every single one of us will be fine, somehow. I wish Hernan knew that he was, nah, still is, loved.
Goodbye and I know God will take care of you.