Missing Mom.

It has been 120  Days   -- or --   17  Weeks and  1  Day that my Mom passed away and everyday I miss her.

I miss it when she is just a phone call away, and she would excitedly pick-up every call and giggle like a happy child just because you remembered to call her.  I miss the days when we fight over text messages when I promise to come home and I cannot, because something needs to be done at work.

I miss it when she would ask me to buy her things, funny how things change when you are big and she would ask you for small things -- and even if you don't have the money for it, or if you think she has the same exact thing, you would still buy it for her.

I miss it when she would tell me stories that only her and I know, it's like having our own girl club exclusive just for us.

Sabi nila pare-parehon lang daw ang pakiramdam kapag nawawalan ng magulang, pag namamatay, pare-pareho ng sakit, pare-pareho ng pag iyak. 

Nasubukan mo na bang mawalan ng nanay? Hindi ko naman sinasabi na okay lang pag tatay ang nawawala, pero bakit pag nanay parang ang laki ng nawala, parang ang daming kulang, parang ulam na sinigang, hindi sya sinigang kung hindi  maasim.

Pag nanay ang nawawala, parang sabog lahat, parang hindi nawawala yung sakit, parang paulit-ulit.  Yung ang dami mo pa palang gustong gawin at sabihin pero hindi na nga puede kasi wala na, hindi ka na nya maririnig.

Pag nanay ang namamatay, parang buong pamilya kasama nung inilibing, parang bigla na lang nagkanya-kanya na lang ng buhay, parang hindi na kayo magkakakilala.

I miss you Ma, sana kahit five minutes lang makausap kita, mayakap and mahalikan.

Mahal na mahal kita.