Monday, December 10, 2007

40 days...

It's been 40 days since my mother died…

She was in and out of the hospital for at least three times this year. When my sister told me that my mother was in the ER and was unconscious, I knew that I had to go home.

It was November 1st, most flights were booked but I managed to find a budget airline the would depart on the same day. By 130PM, I was in the office, sending out instructions on what needs to be done in the next few days that I will be out. By this time, I could no longer contact anyone at home.

At around 230PM, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. My first instinct was to get a glass of water. Then I prayed: "Lord, I wanted to much to be home right now. But if You would like to take her now, it's ok. Whether she makes it or not, I will still love You."
About 15 minutes later, my sister texted me: "She's gone." She called a few minutes later to talk about funeral plans. I talked to my father too.

After the call, I walked to the restroom, locked myself in one of the cubicles and wept. And I prayed, "Lord, give me the grace to get through this. Give me a faith strong enough to carry my family through."
I talked to my wife over the phone. She offered to take me to the airport, I declined.