They didn’t want to be called grannies. We were brought up to call them mommy and daddy.
They are my favorite grandparents.
Daddy lolo passed away when I was 7. Mami lola lives, and I know will live and see me reach my 27th. It was almost 20 years ago when dadi left, but honestly, it still makes me teary-eyed remembering him.
Last night, an hour after I got home, my cousin called.
Mama told me to go with her.
I asked where. She said mami’s brought to the Emergency Room.
Shocked, I asked why.
She told me what was told to her by my cousin: Mami can’t breathe.
Next thing I know, we were standing outside the ER.
The doctor called for mama and said that mami’s already 50/50.
Mama was in tears telling this to me.
I held back my tears while listening. I hated that moment.
We waited for more or less 2 hours. I kept on praying not to let that night be her end. I talked to dadi not to take her with him.
2 hours seemed like forever. I didn’t want the night to end.. not in a scary way..
Finally.. mami was revived.
The first words she spoke when she was already able to was: “Eh gusto ko na kase mamahinga.”
We can’t laugh hard.. because we can’t let that be.. 😦
The 65th topic, and my 2nd for postaday2011 was:
If you could read minds for a day, would you?
Whose? What would you want to find out?
If I could read minds right now, I definitely would. It would be mami’s because I just want to know what she thinks as of this moment, and be able to keep her from thinking that way..