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.