The Mourning After

I broke down a while ago.

It came like a runaway truck , with a full load of bricks, going downhill, and I was just crossing the street, oblivious, uncaring, and hit me. I cried like a five-year-old kid who just lost his mom.

It’s sudden. It was inevitable. It was so many things at once. It was everything and nothing and it grabbed me by the throat and squeezed the breath out of my shaking body, while I writhed in pain that nobody could have felt the way I did. I was so deep in it for a while, the tears on my cheeks felt like boiling water,  and I sat here in my room, bawling like a child.

Which is what I am now, a 43-year-old boy whose mother passed away, several months past.

The memory of receiving the news was murky and ghostly, I may have pushed the knowing far back in my mind. So far back it took a small area there with  the regrets, and all the things I wish I have never done, but are neatly folded and kept in a bag. gathering dust and moss, being eaten away by bugs and rats of my consciousness.

I was in denial. I was angry. I was infuriated because of the fact that no one in my family took the time to tell me. I found out my Ina passed away  last February 23. She died on the 20th. I was saddened but I didn’t cry then, and I thought I will not cry.

Until now.

I mourn her passing. I grieve for the loss. I miss my Ina, my mother.

All the thank yous, the petty blames, the apologies now have no place to go. She is gone, and there’s no one to hear me say ” I love you, Ina.”  My heart sank. Still sinking. Still bleeding from the loss. I guess I never really mourned her.

I mourn her now.

I always told friends to treat their loss as a celebration of their passing, to remember the life and not the death. I’m choking on my burned hypocrisy now, swallowing hard and chasing it down with bitter ink.

Rizalinda Robale Paelmo

Goodbye, Ina.

And this is what triggered the sobbing and weeping. A song I have always liked, but never really felt the impact until a while ago. felt like it was written just for me, for this moment of realization.

“I found the tears since you’ve been gone
And I stand in fear, can I make it on my own
Without your love to guide me thru my life
It’s so cold at night without you here
And those gentle arms that held me close and dear
Oh we’re all the same, we all live and die
You’ll always be in my heart, oh Mama don’t you cry
You’ll always live in my dreams, oh Mama don’t you cry
Every night when I close my eyes
I see a light and shadows of your face
It’s always there like an angel over me
So many frozen years hangin’ on my wall
A thousand words, I can hear them call
Oh I tried so hard but I could never say goodbye
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You’ll always be in my heart, oh Mama don’t you cry
You’ll always live in my dreams, oh Mama don’t you cry
No one can kiss away the pain like you
No one like Mama, no one like you”

“You’ll always be in my heart, oh Mama don’t you cry
You’ll always live in my dreams, oh Mama don’t you cry
(You’ll always be in my heart, oh Mama
don’t you cry – don’t you cry)
(You’ll always live in my dreams) in my
dreams (Oh Mama don’t you cry)
Oh Mama don’t you cry”

[ Mama, Don’t You Cry – Steelheart ]

Nicottaenneaous Caffeineiac Musings

Nicottaenneaous Caffeineiac Musings

Empowerment, Hypersensitivity and Being Insensitive

I had an idea earlier, when I was reading and looking at reactions by the “Netizens” on last Holy Week‘s infamous characters that riled the Catholic sensibilities of the general Filipino population, the Scarborough Standoff , and Tsunami warnings in Indonesia. The girl who posed for a photowhile on the cross got nearly lynched, in a manner of speaking, just because she was too clueless to think of her actions. There was also a couple of ladies from the Netherlands (Netherworld?) who had fun posing and participating in what they view as weird and adventurous: the Senakulo. They were Atheists, or so they claim and we cannot fault them for their beliefs. I mean they spent their money travelling halfway across the globe just to see what the fuss was all about and I guess they got what they came for. Couldn’t find a good link so you just have to search for yourself. So, reading posts on my Tweetdeck , I was puzzled. Here we are damning this girl who had her photo taken on the cross (and those two Atheist-foreigners) about how they were “disrespectful”, that they were “sinning against God”, and they they should “burn in hell” for their actions, and got me thinking – Annabelle Rama, a somewhat colorful character in Showbiz have been “taking the name of the Lord in vain” over and over by including the name og God as her witness in most of her Twitter rantings, and while I was really getting a cramp in my stomach, because I haven’t made  coffee yet, here comes one of those absurd tweets form a dummy account for Marian Rivera. The mind played it’s game so I posted my own opinion of these two.

And soon enough there were some replies from people I know. And the followers. It was fast! fast and furious! Like those protesters against VFA were fast. I mean those guys were there, rattling their cans making a ruckus about the VFA, yet they were absent the whole time NoKor was grandstanding with their rocket launch, and the Chinese vessels were face to face with our PN.

THAT fast.And then there are these

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