It's been ages since I last posted here about anything. My close friends and my boy friend has been urging me to update my blog but I just couldn't find anything interesting to write about. Or was it just my excuse so that I won't have to face my fear...fear of writing about what happened after my Lola died, fear of remembering every single thing and feel the pain all over again. But I know one way or another soon I'll have to face that fear.
Five days after my Lola was cremated my Dad passed away. We were able to attend the mass dedicated for my Lola and went home that fateful night...we took him to the hospital less than an hour after we got home. He was still cheerful despite the pain he's going through. He was still talking to us...I just turned my back for a second and found him being carried to a hospital bed in the ER...for an hour they tried to revive him.
Almost a year later here we are still together and holding on to each others' strength to survive that pain of losing my Dad. And as I write I am trembling from trying to hold back the tears...I can't say we've moved on but life still goes on for us. We celebrated Father's Day for my Kuya Paolo and my brother...as for my Dad I know he's looking down on us and he's happy seeing us together.