A Change of Plans

It somehow amazed me. I was just playing on the computer. Then, out of nowhere, my mother asked if she could borrow my phone, so I went down and gave it to her. She suddenly popped out this question.

"Sama ka sa Hindang(which is in Leyte, by the way) bukas?" Nagtaka ko. Ang alam ko kasi, sa Cavite nila balak lumakad kasama ang isa ko pang tiya. Naluluha din ang mga mata ni Nanay at nanginginig ang boses. Kaya, nasambit ko na lang, "Ha? What's up?"

Saka niya sinabi ang balita. My grandmother(my mother's mom) was dead. "Oh," was all the reply I can give. I stood there silent momentarily then went back to my game. No, I didn't shed a tear. To be honest, I didn't grow up close to her. I felt bad for my mom.

Biruin mo ilang taon niyang hindi nakita ang nanay niya and suddenly she's dead. It was just a day after mother's day, too. Felt bad, yes. Amazed, somehow. All in a snap. But like what I said to a friend, death is a blessing.

My mother, with my youngest brother, and her sisters had already flown to the province about 16 hours before I've posted this. It may be possible that we, my other brother and my father, would be going there, too.

Below is something I wrote about death. I dedicate it to my grandmother whom I could have known much better than I know her now.

Death fills the air with silence.
It is deafening.
Death devours light into darkness.
It is blinding.
Tears were shed but none were seen.
Cries were moaned but none were heard.
Pity them not for death is a blessing.
Another soul has been rested again.