A Farewell to an Angel

They finally decided to bring home their son’s body. Yesterday was his 9th day. We had 9 days of prayer offered to him. He remained in the morgue until his parents have arranged all the papers needed to take him home.

At first, they have decided to cremate him for practical purposes. Bringing home a dead body is expensive. But friends and relatives spoke with the couple that they will help with the expenses just so they can bring the boy’s body home in the Philippines.

They haven’t been home for 7 years. The boy hasn’t seen the Philippines since he was born. Now, he will be buried in a home country he had never known.

I haven’t seen him since he passed away. I’d like to keep a memory of him smiling with his parents. His sufferings have finally ended. I know he’s happy wherever he is right now.

May God bless his soul. May God bless his parents.


Unconditional love

I had the chance to talk to the wife about her son. When the nurses and doctors were reviving her child, she said, she was talking to her son to fight, to not give up. If he’s thinking that she made too many sacrifices for him, don’t worry, she said, she will not get tired of taking care of him. She will take care of him all of her life. The child’s heart beat on the monitor were faintly showing signs of improvement.

The husband, on the other hand, while seeing how badly their son looks, fighting for his life, realized that it’s time to let him go. He talked to his son, saying, “son, if you want to go, just go. I know you’ve been fighting for us. I know how tired you are. You need to rest. Mama and I will be okay.” The monitor were showing deterioration, then some faint improvement, highs and lows, as if the child cannot decide whether to go or not, to leave his parents who devoted their life for him, or to finally give them the life they deserve.

Finally, the child let go. The monitor showed the end of life. The couple hugged their son like there’s no tomorrow. They’ve never known life without their son.

7 years, and now they feel like nothing is left. I was wiping my tears when the wife was telling me all this. I may have not known Gabby that long, but I can feel the love between the family. He may not be able to tell his parents how thankful he is for the unconditional love they gave him despite his illness, but I know that wherever he is right now, he is watching over them like an angel.


He died.

The couple’s Cerebral Palsy child got sick on the day of his 7th birthday and they had to rush him to the hospital.

The wife got sick one day, when she went to the mall. I found her husband taking care of the child and asked about her wife. He said, she had to go to the mall that’s why he’s the one taking care of their child.

The next day, I saw the wife sleeping on the floor with a face mask. She’s usually sleeping beside her child. The husband said, her wife is sick. He had to be absent from work in order to take care of their child while his wife went to the hospital for check up.

Of course, the husband cannot be absent from work for a long time. The wife had to take care of the child even if she was sick.

Two days later, the child was rushed to the hospital.

It was his 7th birthday. My husband cooked a special dish for him. The others bought cake. But when we came home, the wife told us they were in the hospital because their child is sick.

I received the news an hour before my shift was finished. I came home with the flat filled with people offering their condolences to the bereaved couple. I went straight to the wife and hugged her.

He’s gone.