Where do I begin?
There are things in life that shock us to our core and make us ask difficult questions which have no answers.
But then there are things in life that we graciously accept, not because we admitted defeat, but because deep within we know that that’s just the way it is.
Eventually for everybody, that’s just the way it is.
I have been trying to converse with the self. The I and the Me. Nobody wants to do the talking. Both are very quiet, pensive, brooding.
It is still a loss, says this person who has the front row seat now in my life.
I know. It is a loss. But I am surprised with the self. Instead of wailing and crying and questioning and bargaining, the self was still.
I can even say peaceful.
I don’t know where this foreboding feeling is coming from. There is sadness of course. But more than that, what is overpowering above all else is calmness.
“At the end of it all, the only question that matters is that did she have a happy life?”, the person asked.
I cannot answer that. Nobody can answer that.
But remembering those quick, stolen times when I caress her, tease her and share all my stupid stories to irritate her and make her laugh, I want to believe that even for a moment I made her happy.
“Lespoy, kelan ka mag-aasawa?” she always asks every time I bid her goodbye from my visit.
“Nanay! Ano ba?! Ang ganda ko kaya. Wag kang mag-alala. Bata pa ko. Tsaka bukas na lang! Gabi na kaya!” Then I will give her a hug and a kiss, bring her hand to my forehead and then quickly run to the car.
She will always stay by the gate to see me off. She’ll wave. I’ll wave. I’ll honk the horn, she’ll close the gate and then I will speed off.