Before I left Satun, I phoned my family and I spoke and prayed for my father, and I told to my father, “papa, I love you and you just sleep because I’ll be home tomorrow” then I put the phone down and I travelled to the city. While I was traveling to the city, I’ve missed my father so much and my heart was so heavy but I could feel the unspeakable peace depth inside my heart.
While, I was on the plane to Bangkok, I was sitting and crying and telling God…” LORD, I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO REACH MY FATHER AND TALK TO HIM IN PERSON” the feeling and the conviction were very strong, but I tried to convince myself that I would be able to reach and hug my father.
I arrived in Manila on time and I texted my sister and telling her that I was in Manila and I even told her to tell our father that I would be home in a couple hours, but no replied at all. So, I just hang on and thinking that she doesn’t have load on her cellphone.
I arrived Cagayan and my family friend was there waiting for me and sent me straight to the bus station. I left CDO quite early, so I was very anxious to reach home. I never stopped texting my family but none of them replied to my text. When I arrived Malaybalay City, (an hour before my city) I phoned my younger sister and I asked her how my father is. She didn’t answer my question immediately, instead she said, “Where you are now at, ate?” I said; I’m in Malaybalay City. Then, she said, “ Ate, just be strong” and I said, “Yes, I am strong and I know it happens and I am ready for it and I know he is waiting for me” Then she put the phone down. But I was wondering so I phoned her again, so I phoned her again, then I forced her to tell me the truth….Yes, she told me that, my father passed away, three hours after I spoke to him on the phone before I left Satun. Then, I cried a lot inside the bus….. and I don’t know what to say to my sister…I hang up the phone and cried.
When I arrived my town, my younger brother picked me up, I didn’t go with him immediately, I just let him brought my bag and I stayed in the city for awhile to calm down my feeling because I was very concern of my mother. I tried to gain more strength from God first before I would face the body of my father and to hug my mother and the members of my family.
Well, I was ready to face, I called my brother to pick me up. When I arrived home, my sister next to me ran to me and hugged me and she cried and I told her not to cry a lot because of our mother. After she hugged me, I went straight to my father where he was lying inside his small coffin, and when I saw him, his face was smiling and I could see that he left peacefully and I even commented loudly…” Wow, my papa is very handsome and he’s smiling”. When I turned around, I saw my mother lying down on our bamboo sofa with my younger sister, and I went to her and hugged her so tightly and I tried my best not to cry. I just let cried on my shoulders. I wanted to cry but because of a very delicate situation of my mother, I tried not to cry and besides, before my father passed away, he told to my siblings not to cry if he passed away. Huh….that’s very impossible not to cry…if someone losses….but we all cried secretly due to my mother’s health.