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i remember the moment by his death bed

i remember the last words i gave to him

i remember how he held my hand tight

and i was the  last relative he talked to… it hurts so much

i can remember the look in his eyes on me before i left him in his room… when he was still alive

then i clearly remember the horrifying experience

to witness my Mamay dying in front of me, i was calling out his name telling him to wait for  few more days.

too late.

i remember the time i sang to his memorial service in church… i failed, i choked and just cried.

i failed.

i also made a video tribute to him. it was previewed once then my laptop crashed. i was heartbroken

those sleepless nights just to finish that movie on time. i failed.

but this time i won’t fail him.

he visited me once in a dream telling me to sing a song for Nanay on her birthday.

i promise, i will.

i miss you, Mamay.