Rest in Peace, Abi...


August 10, 2009...

I cannot even begin to write about what happened on that day. Everything is still a blur. All I can think of is that, on that day, I lost the most important man in my life, the man who made me what I am and who I am, the only man that I ever truly loved-- my father. He succumbed to the Big C only four months after the lump he had on the left side of his buttock area was diagnosed as a malignant tumor. I just couldn't believe it. It was too soon.

I've always known friends and even cousins who have lost their fathers, and I did feel for them, but I just couldn't relate. I couldn't picture my life without my father. I was confident that my dad would grow old with us up until he's 98, that's what he always said as the age that he would be ready to go because by then everything would have been in order and we'd all have been stable. I never imagined, not even when he got sick, that he'd go thirty years too early.

The first time I found out that he had cancer, I got so depressed. I just couldn't imagine him suffering the way other cancer patients I knew suffered. I cried night after night, prayed day and night, even gained so much weight as I ate and ate like there's never tomorrow (I eat when I'm depressed), went back to smoking if only to keep calm. But, despite all this, I never entertained the thought that he would leave us. I was confident that, with his attitude and disposition, he would get well. I was sure that after three chemo-embolizations and one operation, he would be fine because the doctors would be able to remove the tumor and they were positive about it, too, because the cancer hadn't really spread to his other organs. He was scheduled to have his third chemo-embolization. It never happened. He never got to have that one operation.

He passed away between 1:30 and 2:00 in the afternoon that fateful Monday. I was at the office when I got the call from my devastated, but strong mother.

She simply said, "Anak, wala na ang daddy mo..." (Your dad is gone...)

I thought the world stopped. I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what to do or what to think. It was a moment that I will never, ever forget. But, ironically, I don't exactly remember most of what happened next. Next thing I knew, we were cleaning the house and people started to pour in. The week that followed was a complete blur to me. We were so busy with all the people who came. In the 7-day "wake" for my dad, thousands of people came. Even during the burial, a few hundred people came. Friends, relatives, family. That was how I came to realize how much my dad was loved and valued. Everyone only had good things to say about him. I felt so proud to be his daughter. And, at the end of everyday, I'd forget he was gone and I'd start looking for him among the throng of seated men and then I'd realize that we were actually gathered to commemorate his memories.


People kept telling us to be thankful because, at least, we were prepared in some way because he was sick. It wasn't like, they told us, he died all of a sudden or that he was killed by accident or something like that. God, I tell you, nothing can prepare you for a loved one's death! If only I could give him my life, I certainly would. If only we could buy his life or his health, we definitely would. We'd do anything for our loved ones and fight for them until the last efforts have been exhausted. We just cannot live with ourselves if we don't at least try, can we?

I also have a friend who, as a very young child, lost her dad. She kept telling me to be thankful that we had our dad for a longer time and we had shared a lot of memories with our dad compared to her and her dad. Yes, I understand that and I am indeed thankful for that, but that doesn't lessen the pain. Good memories I had with him will never make up for the fact that he is gone forever. Yes, I am thankful that I've had him in my life for 29 years and I have memories of him that will last me a lifetime. But, that doesn't change the fact that I will never see him again, never hear his voice or his laugh, never hug or kiss him again.

"The world is incomplete without me."
--Atty. Dagoroan "Dan" O. Macarambon


He wrote that on one of his books' cover page. And, true enough, the world is incomplete now that he's gone. Life will never be the same ever again. Nothing or nobody can ever fill that void he left. I never cried in front of the people around us, I never showed emotions but, deep inside, I was totally crushed. Nobody can ever imagine how I felt and how I am feeling right now, losing my father like that. Among all his children, I was the one closest to him. Although I have a younger sister, I've always been known as his baby. I wouldn't personally claim to be his favorite because I know that we were all his favorites, but people know me as a Papa's Girl or Daddy's Love. And, it totally tears me apart that I am no longer that and I can never be that.


His memories will live in my heart forever. I will miss him every single day. I will miss everything about him. Now that he's gone, I have to try to view it in the positive light as that's what he would've wanted, I'll just keep in mind that he lived a full life, he touched a lot of lives, he showed unequaled selflessness and generosity. Not a lot of people can say that for themselves. He was a great man. He was a real-life hero. He was an inspiration. And, in the end, he didn't suffer as much as I feared he would. More importantly, he is now in a place where there is no pain and suffering, only Peace. Inshaa-Allah.


Good night, Abi. I love you sooo much. *Kiss*



Abi and Inakulay (his mother)

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I am asking those who still have fathers, please hug your dads for me. That way, it'd be like I'm hugging my dad again. Salamat.



Comments

nessreen said…
My dear friend, azamAllahu ajrakum, may Allah make this time easy for you and your family. I'll say a prayer for you and your father. He was very lucky to have you as a daughter, as you are for having him for a father. My dad used to know him, and he has only good things to say about him. MashAllah. May Allah grant him peace.

xx
Anonymous said…
Ate D,

I'm gonna hug my dad, don't worry.

As for your dad, he isn't totally gone, part of him is in your heart and you are his flesh and blood. He may be dead physically but he is very much alive in your thoughts and your actions. A well-loved person will never totally fade away. So it's not really good-bye, but it's more like "so long for now". All we can do now is pray that he will receive the Supreme Reward that is granted by the Supreme Being that created us all...
BabyPink said…
Thank you, Druggie and Jah! :)

Your words are highly appreciated.
Unknown said…
ole, i also lost my father 4 years ago. I felt the same with how u fell right now. Your dad, my uncle Dan, will always remain in my heart and in my thought, he's so kind to me. God knows, i will always pray for him. PHUPAMANGNIN AKN DUN KO ALLAH S.W.T. A PAKASORGAAN IYAN SI UNCLE DAN.

auntie A
cheryll said…
dangs, nakahilak ko ba. na-feel jud nako ang imong pain (but i know bisan unsa pa, dili nako ma-put into words ang imong feelings ron). as you've said, keep in mind all that he has done and he has been while you were together. murag bisan unsa pa kadugay, it will never be enough para makauban ang atong loved ones. i'll pray for his eternal rest. *hugs*
Salaam Diana,

I've been wanting to contact you for some time now, I would like to express my condolences to you and your family. INNA LILAHI WA INNA ILAHI RAJEUN. My mom texted me about your dad, and I texted Atty. Adom and KK Asniah right away. It was a few days later pa when I found out that you and Atty. Adom were siblings! My sister-in-law Nahara told me. So silly of me, really.

Anyway, your blog is VERY VERY touching. I think you're very strong, being able to write about your loss. ALHAMDULLILAH for his life, which was lived well. ALHAMDULLILAH for the time he spent with you and your whole family, I'm sure he was very happy. He was lucky to have you for a daughter.
BabyPink said…
Salamat sa inyong lahat. Knowing that a lot of people are helping us pray somehow lightens the weight in our hearts. :)
Anonymous said…
aww! so sorry to hear that. hope you're ok now. God bless.
female symphony said…
oh that's reaaly sad.Be strong and pray for him and i'll pray for him as well
BabyPink said…
Thank you, thank you... :)
Eito G. said…
Very touching blog *teary eyes* My kuya said we should say ALHAMDULILLAH for EVERYTHING. Qad'r o Allah. God has the BESTest plan your father & family. My condolences maam. I'll be praying for him.
Unknown said…
t'diane, one thing nagpapastrong sa akin now is si mama and my FAITH. InsahaALLAH, one day magkakasama kayo ulit sa Jannatul Ferdausi. Just believe on HIM.. miss u po. =(
BabyPink said…
Eito, that's right- qadrullah! And, Allah knows best.

Myer, you're right. We just really have to hold on to our faith.
kars said…
Sorry to know about this. I hope you are ok. God bless you and your family.
BabyPink said…
Kars, thanks. Yes. we're getting there, insha-Allah (God willing).
Chix said…
Assalamu Alaikum, Coach D!

I bumped into your blogsite. I appreciate your article titled "Rest in Peace, Abi...". I agree with what you wrote especially these:
". . . (I eat when I'm depressed) . . .",
"I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what to do or what to think. It was a moment that I will never, ever forget.",
"I don't exactly remember most of what happened next.", and
"I never cried in front of the people around us, I never showed emotions, but, deep inside, I was totally crushed."

I can truly relate with the last one. During my father's wake, I was forced to put on a brave facade because I saw how weak my mother had become, I think she was at her weakest, that I needed to be strong for both of us.

Last year's Ramadhan was the hardest, tell you. We made sure, however, that he was remembered and included in everything (prayers, zakat, . . . ). I hope you (your family) did these too for your Abi (Inalillahi Wa Inaillaihi Raji'un).

Happy Eid'l Fitr to you and your family.

♥ ,
Amanah Busran Lao "cHix"

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