I don't usually talk bout the tragedy that had happened on our family this date. But now, I know I had become strong through the years, my tears no longer fall whenever the topic arises. I can declare that I had moved on, had escaped the doom world that I had blanketed me for years.
It has not become easy for me to accept the event, it happened so unexpectedly. Within 48 hours, we no longer have the person whom we call Mama. The event is still vivid in my memories even the 5 years had passed.
I had just arrived from summer school in the city in preparation for my college education. I went home to pick up my things and to have my Mom accompany me as I travel back the next day. She was so excited for me that she busied herself with the preparation. I am the first in my clan to go to this prestigious school that's why everyone has things on hand, the typical scene when someone is going somewhere. Someone is packing, preparing the delicacies, buying what I need for the 5-month stay and all. Suddenly, my Mom went inside complaining bout the back of her neck. After a few seconds, she vomitted and became unconcious. We called for help from our neighbors and carried her to the hospital. After diagnosing her, the doctor's declared that she's clinically dead (her breathing is dependent on the machines attached to her) and they can't know how to revive her because they can't perform test while she's at that condition. We haven't lose hopes. At midnight, we found ourselves inside a van, trailing the ambulance that will carry our Mom to the advanced hospital two hours away from our place. Then morning comes yet still my Mom's condition haven't changed, still in the ICU, hemorrhage in the brain. After few moments of greeting her a Happy Birthday, the doctors pulled the plug. The ward becomes cold, everybody is hysterical, and my Mom exited the hospital through the backdoor.
We are back in the van, travelling back home, classes start tomorrow, and the van reached the funeral home. We chose the coffin and prepared our ancestral house for the wake.
My Mom's 15 siblings were all present, some had arrived from abroad. As I look at her death certificate, the time of death was 8:03am, the same date that she was born only five minutes short. I was amazed to see that God had let her live at 57 years close.
I am now 22. I had finished with recognition the degree my Mom wanted me to take up. Her teachings are always with us as we deal with life. We can't never forget the good side of this event.
As you read this, please pray for her, God knows who.
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It has not become easy for me to accept the event, it happened so unexpectedly. Within 48 hours, we no longer have the person whom we call Mama. The event is still vivid in my memories even the 5 years had passed.
I had just arrived from summer school in the city in preparation for my college education. I went home to pick up my things and to have my Mom accompany me as I travel back the next day. She was so excited for me that she busied herself with the preparation. I am the first in my clan to go to this prestigious school that's why everyone has things on hand, the typical scene when someone is going somewhere. Someone is packing, preparing the delicacies, buying what I need for the 5-month stay and all. Suddenly, my Mom went inside complaining bout the back of her neck. After a few seconds, she vomitted and became unconcious. We called for help from our neighbors and carried her to the hospital. After diagnosing her, the doctor's declared that she's clinically dead (her breathing is dependent on the machines attached to her) and they can't know how to revive her because they can't perform test while she's at that condition. We haven't lose hopes. At midnight, we found ourselves inside a van, trailing the ambulance that will carry our Mom to the advanced hospital two hours away from our place. Then morning comes yet still my Mom's condition haven't changed, still in the ICU, hemorrhage in the brain. After few moments of greeting her a Happy Birthday, the doctors pulled the plug. The ward becomes cold, everybody is hysterical, and my Mom exited the hospital through the backdoor.
We are back in the van, travelling back home, classes start tomorrow, and the van reached the funeral home. We chose the coffin and prepared our ancestral house for the wake.
My Mom's 15 siblings were all present, some had arrived from abroad. As I look at her death certificate, the time of death was 8:03am, the same date that she was born only five minutes short. I was amazed to see that God had let her live at 57 years close.
I am now 22. I had finished with recognition the degree my Mom wanted me to take up. Her teachings are always with us as we deal with life. We can't never forget the good side of this event.
As you read this, please pray for her, God knows who.
