It is a long road
With you at the other end
And me a long drive away.
I could barely hear your voice
Telling me in a whisper to come home
Nissa and I did.
We were able to talk to you
And you kept saying,
“Pagod na pagod na ako, gusto ko ng mamahinga ate“.
I know, it was very, very hard for you even to just speak
I told you to let God and let go
His will be done.
Nissa and I were on our way back home inside a Victory Liner bus at NLEX when I learned of your passing on.
I have to bring mommy home to see you…for the last time.
It is still hard for me that the only thing I see is your picture
It is still quite hard for me to see that all your architectural drawings are still intact
I had my share of seeing all your collections of Architectural Digest and home magazines.
I cry reading tributes to you from friends and relatives
I can’t stop my tears flowing seeing the best legacy you left behind to the people of our town – the Mabini Town Hall
It’s a legacy that would survive through the years way beyond our lifetimes.
I see you in every corner of this small house you left behind
And I remember, I remember our conversations a long time ago
You made me laugh with your stories sharing the hardships and the joys of living
You made me smile remembering our childhood years – the days in between.
You were too young to die
And I miss you still.
Written on 24 May 2022
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