I miss the days when I used to receive love letters from my Bebeng. She never failed to write me a letter or just a note saying how much she loved me, how much she needed me and how happy she was that I'm in her life. Although she did it, I would always asked her "Bebeng love mo ko?" We always showed our affection towards each other. We fought like we were sisters but she knew when to treat me as her mother. She's adorable, best, charming, and she was a positive noun from a to zed. Even our dentist cried when she learned that she's now an angel. The memories still lingers in my mind. She and her nanny surprised me on my 28th birthday when I got home from office the last birthday I spent with her. It was the most memorable birthday I ever had coz what they did was they spelled my name(written on a piece of paper with an instruction on each and every letter; in order for me to find the next one after the other that would be found all around our house) and the last letter had a note with a purse she insisted me to buy. She was my life then, and maybe that's the reason why Jesus got her from me coz He's a jealous God. I even call her small portrait as my saint when she was still alive. She never wanted to be left alone that's why when I needed to have a cancer break I see to it that someone that I could trust would be looking after her. I have a lot of memories with her and I will keep them until my very last breath. Every mother would agree that nothing can compare the joy of being a mom.
My Wan and only showed his love for me whenever he break danced in my tummy. Even when I'm asleep then he would still do his moves. He showed his last love for me by singing lullaby and sooth tapped me the day before valentines day. Jesus already answered my question why he needs to go.
They were both my angels now. What matters most is that I love and have been loved by the most precious gifts that I ever received.
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i was staggered by your story sis, i can never begin to think how you felt then, am sure you miss them loads...i guess, it doesn't matter how long they were able to be with you + what matters most is that they've touched your life enough to keep you going for the rest of your time....
ReplyDeleteyou bet mommy, but no worries i get used to live with the pain with the help of God and the people around me. :)
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