this week

we were unusually early today at the church because my mother and i wanted to attend the sunday school service and to have a good seat. i always like sitting in front because i don’t get distracted by passerby or anything else. while sitting there, i wasn’t able to concentrate because my mind was wandering somewhere else… randomly thinking about the things i needed to do and where… i was busy thinking also what to buy for my mother since it’s mother’s day today and she mentioned that she wants us to have lunch all together. of course i threw a joke saying that it’s mother’s day and the mother will still be the one to pay the bill. everything went smoothly and lightly until my mother saw 2 missed calls in her cellphone. one from my uncle and the other one from my cousin.

she called our uncle first and the bad news was blurted out immediately after she was just saying hello and after putting down the phone, another call followed up but i was the one answered it. my cousin was frantic. all i can hear was DAD HAD AN HEART ATTACK…. ICU… FELL… NO PULSE…. my mind was racing and i didn’t let him finish talking. i asked for my cousin’s number in texas to be forwarded to my phone.

i sat down and tears didn’t stop itself from falling. from the start of the service to the end, i just couldn’t stop myself from crying.

while they were hearing mass in texas with my aunt, 2 cousins with their respective families, my uncle just fainted hitting his head on the pew. my 2 cousins are nurses and the husband of the other one is an ER nurse. he checked his pulse and there was none. ‘how can that be? that’s too sudden!’ i asked myself. yes, he had gone through a bypass surgery 8 years ago but why now? what happened? why didn’t he say anything that he was feeling something? how were my cousins? they said 911 responded immediately and he was brought to the hospital, given emergency care, intubated and forwarded to the intensive care unit.

i just hope and pray that he will be able to survive this one.

i slept the whole afternoon after i experienced a splitting headache for crying too much. when i woke up, i kept on playing songs that we both like.

he’s known to wake at 4 in the morning and goes directly to the music room to listen to music. no matter how wide our age gap is, we both share almost the same kind of favorites. when i heard santana’s MARIA MARIA, i started crying again. obviously we both (well, almost all in the family) like latino songs or any song that has a spanish touche….

tito, please be strong. fight if you still can. we all love you here and we’re all praying for your recovery. we’re doing our best to be strong for you too. forget about what’s been happening and just focus your will to live. we are praying for you.

wow… this week is really something. i don’t like this week. just plain painful. tomorrow… tomorrow will be a brighter one… i am still positive that things will be okay. my optimism hasn’t subsided yet. i have a God who’s a lot bigger than anything else… much more powerful than my problems and He only requires me to have faith as small as a mustard seed. He is the alpha and the Omega and i have nothing to worry.

Thy will be done… i rest my case for this week.