I felt your hand brush over my forehead and I was jolted awake.
It was half past three and I suddenly realized you were saying goodbye.
I did not cry and I did not scream, for I somehow knew all along that you were going to a better place, where there would be no more pain.
I cherish all of the memories I have of you.
I remember how you cooked my favorite ginataan when we were moving to a new home. You made sure that Sunday lunches included my favorite alimasag, no matter how difficult to procure. I remember the best hunger-busting stews you made; nothing can ever compare to your kare-kare, mole, batchoy, and molo soup.
I can still smell the Jean Naté and White Flower you so frequently used. I laugh now as I remember my young eyes widen at the sight of your precious bottles of perfume all lined up like beautiful glass sculptures in your bath.
The most precious memories that I have of you was when you would indulge my love of roses--showing me your rosary of rose petals and rose wood, and gifting me with tea roses and rose shrubs.
I do not know if you were aware that as you were leaving this world, I had annointed your forehead and hands with rose oil. I do know that you recognized my voice when I was whispering to your ear for the last time. We gave the nurse quite a surprise, didn't we?
Has he taken you to your second honeymoon now? :)
I love you, and I will miss you. Thank you for being part of my life.