So, in 2003, my Mom died. It was the saddest day of my life, and I was truly broken. She died in the hospital, and our plan was to have her cremated before beginning day 1 of her wake. I rode with her lifeless body in an ambulance from Makati Medical Center to a crematorium somewhere in Quezon City. The ride took over an hour and there was no joy for me, except that these would be my final moments with her physical body.
The cremation took maybe 2 hours. I walked around the tombstones and watched the sunset while waiting for her ashes to be put into the niche that we bought her. When it was done, a man there said that a titanium piece was found in the tray where her body lay. I recognized it as the mitral valve heart transplant she had had a few years before and kept it. I turned it into a pendant to be worn on a necklace and kept it very close and dear to me for years to come.
Then, I lost it. I tend to do that, lose things, no matter how dear they are to me. And i give myself a break every time i lose something and chuck it to the fact that they're all just things, material possessions. But I was really sad about it. A part of my Moms heart was hanging from my neck for a few years and it helped me feel really close to her, and now it was gone.
Fast forward to February 15, 2016, a Monday morning, as I was getting ready for work, I looked at our bookshelf and saw it. I couldn't believe it was it. I mean, this necklace had never even seen Rhea's house as far as i'm concerned. Or if it did, it was while we were dating and never since I had moved in. So how did it get there?
I don't think i'll ever have an answer that explains that, except for the fact that I believe that my Mom and Dad are visiting.
They've visited before. On my Dads last birthday, Rhea had said that Miq was making faces and talking to a corner in the room and when I joked that maybe that way my Dad, she suddenly seemed to agree that the suggestion may actually be accurate. There have also been other episodes when I felt their presence and didn't doubt that it was them. Sometimes just one of them, sometimes both.
But this time it's different. I believe that both Mom and Dad are here and are visiting. Not just coming for a quick hi hello and then be gone. No. This time, I think they might be hanging around until Moms death anniversary, which is March 5. Mom would have left us 13 years ago, and Dad 11. I like numbers and have always believed that the numbers 11 and 13 have powers. I wonder if they're somehow connected?
In any case, none of that matters. What does matter, is that I believe these to be true and I welcome their visit! More than anything, i'm so happy that they're here! I want to show them the kids, and Rhea, and to show them how much Sage has grown and into the kind of man he is!
And more than anything, I always tell people who have lost loved ones, that what makes it easier is to continue a relationship with them, even if they have passed. I did that for a long time, but feel as if i've forgotten how to continue doing that. Perhaps now is the perfect opportunity to find my way back into that relationship.
I love you Mom and Dad. Please stick around and enjoy your stay. I love you forever!
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