This submission is different.. It doesn’t show any “love” at all.. But let me explain. I submitted a picture too, with my dad. And I was expressing there how much I love him. And I showed it to him (my submission here) and he was touched with everybody’s comments! My dad just passed away, and he was cremated yesterday.. Too bad, I lost my dad days before my debut and days before my sister’s graduation. He will not able to witness the most important happenings in his daughter’s life.
This is me, sneaking through the closed doors and they rolled the blinds down. I saw my dad’s very stiff body and white face being pulled out from his casket.. They transferred him to the oven for cremation. It was very hard and I told myself, “Ahhhh, that’s the reason why they rolled the blinds.. Because it wasn’t a nice view seeing your daddy being placed in an over.”
My daddy is a good man. He worked for his family, I don’t know why he had to suffer. He was rushed to the hospital on January 19, 2011 (not a good way to start the year) He was complaining about chest pain @ 5 PM but we didn’t mind him. So, what he did was he keeps on eating garlic (since garlic can lessen the pain) He took a nap till 8 PM thinking that when he wakes up, the pain might be gone. At 8PM, he went upstairs to lie in his bed and continue his sleep.. He woke up @ 3 PM and he woke up my mom and he’s asking her to take him to the hospital. He told her, ” I wouldn’t wake you up if I can still stand the pain!” She rushed him, I can hear them downstairs but I didn’t get the chance to take a glimpse of him because I thought it wasn’t serious.. The next day, I went to school and stuff. When I reached home, that was the time they told me that it was heart attack.
I visited him in the hospital, he has tube in his mouth, and was sedated. He was sedated for 10 long days. I told myself that he might not survive, but he did after waking up on the 10th day. He was transferred to the private room, I remember his smile, it was priceless.. Days had passed, we’re waiting for the doctor to send us home, but bad news arrived.. Dad has emphysema and lung failure, he can never breathe on his own.. Everyday, he keeps on saying that he wants to go home. “I WANT TO GO HOME OR ELSE I’LL DIE HERE.” He keeps on saying that. He want to go home, but he can’t.
After a month and 9 days in Medical City, we decided to transfer him in Heart Center because we can’t pay the bill in Medical City already which is already 3million. He stayed in the Heart Center for a month. But they found a new disease—-sepsis. Sepsis is bacteria in the blood. He needs to take antibiotic 3x a day. He took that for 22 days, but on the later part, the antibiotic became the bacteria’s food and his body is rejecting the antibiotic already.
My brother was the on in charge to stay in the hospital that night. He called my mom here at home and told us that the doctors are trying to revive my dad. REVIVE?? Does this mean he’s dead? YES. But they were trying to revive him from 4 PM (March 19) till 2 AM ( March 20)
They cannot detect his heartbeat anymore. My brother texted me, “He’s fighting. Just keep on praying.” Time has passed.. 3 PM, I was already sleeping and woke up from my kuya’s call. I told myself, this is it, he’s going to tell us he’s dead.. But he isn’t. He told me that they’re still trying to revive dad, it’s not yet the end of him. I gave the phone to my mom.. All I heard was, “Hayaan mo na, anak. He’s tired already. Whisper to him that we love him so much and he may rest now..”
After 3 mins, my kuya called again, “Wala na si daddy.”Yes, mom’s right, dad may rest now. :)
Hi daddy, I know you’re in good hand now. Always remember that WE LOVE YOU VERY MUCH. This is going to be tough, but I know we’ll get through this. Just guide us up there. Thank you for the teachings dad, till we meet again.
Thank You for the 52 years, Lord.
HERMAN CARLOS BONIFACIO August 2, 1958-March 20, 2011