Like every chapter of
the story in a book you’re reading, each page narrates different scenes. It can
be stimulating, exciting, devastating…you try to hop into conclusions hoping
that you and the author’s mind meets.
But what happens when
you get a twisted ending?
Exactly how life’s game
works. Its imperfection entails all the possibility beyond human imagination.
Like when a life of a man you first love is taken right in front of your face.
It was around 5:30 in
the morning of Wednesday 22nd of April 2015. Breakfast was serve
through an emergency call of my Pupsy being rushed to the nearest hospital.
Reflex made me get up in a second, ran down through the stairs and held the
wheel chair for him. Moment like that, I had to put away the ‘cold war’
situation for eight long months. He was grasping for air. He could hardly lean
because he’s drowning by the little air he could get. Something was really
wrong and I knew it. I was just too scared to face it. But everything happened
in a snap of a finger. We transferred to another town where there’s an
available ICU. There he continued to struggle. I stood still and wondered if it was for real.
After I blinked several times, I saw those tears that rolled on his cheeks with
his mouth half opened. His chest was not moving anymore and his skin turned
into purple. I screamed like a mad woman trying to revive his consciousness. That
familiar feeling of numbness and shaking of knees with a heartbeat like rolling
drums visited my system again.
Just like that. Pupsy
left us. For good. I hugged his lifeless body sobbing with little tears but
with so many questions and emotions that I could never spell out.
Even now as I write
this. How will I ever describe something that is overwhelmingly agonizing?
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