It was a typical Sunday morning. I woke up quite late that day. I did my usual chores. I was excited because later that day, I would get to visit my parents and siblings.
Visiting my folks is something that I always look forward to. Since I got married sixteen years ago, being with them is something that I enjoy doing. I really miss them a lot especially when we moved to Cavite.
It is not so convenient to always visit them often. That day was special because papa was going to have a pre-birthday celebration. His birthday falls on a Tuesday so he decided to hold it on a Sunday. He liked seeing us together. On Sundays, all of us have nothing important to do besides that day is family day. I haven't told my husband yet that we are going to Makati before he send us to Caloocan where we stay for the whole week.
My husband and I were having our casual conversation while I was preparing our lunch.
I could vividly recall that I was cooking beef steak. We joked around like we use to do. We talked about a certain property that we were planning to purchase for sometime.
Then his mobile phone rang. The grin on his face disappeared and he looked at me intently. I got nervous for reason I don't know.
He handed his phone to me and said that it was my sister on the line. I took the phone and I heard my sister in her saddest tone. I even joked around.
Then she broke the news that papa was gone. He had a heart attack while he was in the market that morning. I couldn't breathe. I screamed. I cried a lot. My husband hugged me so tight because I was struggling. I was trying to convince myself that I was just dreaming. “Oh God, let me wake up from this nightmare. " That was the only statement that I could remember I uttered. I was devastated and in the state of denial for a while. I love my papa so much. I was a papa's girl. I thought that god was so unfair because he was still going to have a birthday celebration later that day. That was the darkest moment in my life. It had been a year already since his death.
But his memories still lingers in my mind. I still miss my papa. As I write this, I couldn't help but cry because I longed for my father so much. I know that death is inevitable for us mortals. But I can't help but feel melancholic about the whole thing. I wish there is no death after all!