My Aunt’s sudden passing made me realized quite a number of things actually, whether be it in Life in general and Life artistically. Our family embraced the start of the BER months in a complete different fashion where I was a big part of arranging my cousins wedding to the sad farewell of Tita.
The wedding of course was planned 7 weeks before the actual day and Tita was giving signs 7 days before she left. In the course of making the wedding memorable, the last struggle of Tita is very much alive on my thoughts.
The signs she gave her son was, she was already seeing her husband who passed away a year ago and she gave her kept treasures to her sons and daughter. This includes her favourite portrait photo whom she described as the picture she wanted in her burial, her birth certificate, her photo when she was 6 years old and her teenage picture.
She wanted to speak to all her brothers and sisters, engaging in their last simple talk. My last clear memory of her before she was taken away is, when I checked on my cousins house and she was there sitting in front of our veranda, it was 6:00 am, she said to me “Erick, You’re early”, I smiled and replied to her. “Ya, I haven’t slept, I was up all night.”
She was a fan of small talk, and she always wanted to check on everyone how are we doing. That I will surely miss.
She was my first employer, Everyone knew how good she was on cooking and how experienced she was in taking care of everyone, that’s why all of my cousin calls her “Yaya”.
I was 14 or 13 when she hired me to be in her crew in a birthday party of a good friend. She gave a p300 for my service and for that reason I felt I could conquer anything and I could be a good servant.
It doesn’t end there, I have a part time job and I never fail to give my utmost service to every occasion we served. I feel so guilty as I write these meaningful lines as I haven’t grab a chance to express how grateful I am to her.
On her funeral mass, we finally say our last prayers to her, my tears are rolling very fast, I remember saying to her ‘Ya, you can rest now’, I was repeatedly saying that.
Right now, we can joke about how we are scared if she tries to show her presence, how his youngest son delivers his speech, how funny and innocent her grand daughter was, but as we all faced the still of night, when we offer a prayer before we sleep, it’s very hard to picture that the only thing she left was, the memories with her.
I promise to be there for her family and to always pray, to pray that in spite of her sudden passing, I must live my life; meaningfully and compassionately.
I may be facing a lot of years before I face this kind of situation but I want to start a life full of love and prayers.
We’ll miss you and we love you Ya!
This was the picture she wanted to be on her wake.