Since last year, Mom Violy and Carmina had been wanting to try the much-talked-about Bebang's Halo-Halo , but even when we passed by, the timing was never right. Mom Violy kept saying she’d wait until a branch opened closer to us. Then Becky told Carmina there was one along her commute route to work. The best part was that the Tomas Morato branch in Quezon City had just opened. When we arrived at CTTM Square , we found plenty of restaurants on the second floor. While checking the menu, we let the customers behind us order first. Mom Violy asked them for recommendations, and they suggested the Presidential for first timers. Unlike other places, Bebang’s Halo-Halo doesn’t have size options—everything comes in a standard size, making ordering easier. Seniors and PWDs get a discount per order, and you’re given something that lights up when your halo-halo is ready for pickup. Service was quick, so the wait wasn’t long at all. Each order comes in its own green plastic bag with a table...
As you analyze the person who left you and has part away you
realize maybe the person who passed away knew she was in pain.
As you reminisce and remember when she last visit you there
is something you started to think with your friends that maybe she knew she had
an illness because when you last saw her she was drawn to you that she didn’t
want to leave to where she had worked has her boss kept calling her to go to
work earlier than they time she is suppose to check in.
When I saw Manang Ofel I remember she was always crying even
if we had talked about the person who had passed away.
I remember we even drank that time and she was so happy
although she was feeling sick inside her she would dance off the alcohol in her
system. All through the night she had
told us stories about her life as we took it all girls having a night to talk
about.
The next morning we ate together for breakfast she kept
crying as my Aunt told her if she didn’t quit working for her she could have
been the one chosen to migrate to the United States than someone she ended
hiring.
Mannang Ofel kept crying as her tears would no longer stop
and she stayed in a room filled with people consoling her to stop crying and
just be grateful we are here for her.
As her boss kept calling and leaving messages she wanted to
stay longer as she kept delaying to leave us.
Sometimes when something like this happen to you there is no
clue in our heart and mind this would be our last day we would see each other.
I am the type of person when someone dies I have a feeling
they are at my side.
I see imagine or pictures of someone as they appear on my
laptop.
I would see a person who just stood near the door way where
he use to sleep when he use to visit us.
I would smell a
perfume as I mentioned her name with a gush of wind.
I see black butterflies when someone passed away and I don’t
see them calling me to see them.
I see the light twitching on and off in my room.
I see rainbows to symbolize the person who left us.
They don’t come in my dreams as other people see their love
ones.
When they are at peace I don’t feel or see anything from
them.
As Manang Ofel is no longer here I feel she is at peace because
there was no sign of her when she had left us. It seems the day I saw her she
knew that was her last visit to us.
May she rest in peace and the others who are close to us.
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