Loss of a Relative

Hey there, World!

Yet again, I have been MIA in my blog. Things been quite busy, especially that lately my aunt that I have known for as long that I could remember passed away. Though we weren't that close, but even so, she is still my aunt. It was my first time in my life that I experience going through the whole process of taking care of a funeral.

A couple of weeks ago, my aunt, Cora Agustin, got hospitalized. I didn't know much the details, but after a few days, she was fine and got discharged. The following week, she got hospitalized again, and this time, her condition was critical and she was placed in the ICU. It started with her hypoglycemia, and then other complications started to surface. My mother went to the hospital to visit and the next day, she came with me. I saw her limp condition, with tubes connected to her. I watched her carefully as I noticed that her chest was going up and down from the oxygen. My cousin said that she had little chance of survival. She also said that we were given a choice, whether we end her life or let my aunt decide. My cousin chose to let her mother decide whether if she wants to live on or not. During our stay at hospital, we my mother and my cousin talked about what happened before she got hospitalized. I heard that she was craving food that she wasn't allowed to eat. I also heard that she put on some make up, which was unusual because she did it in the middle of the night. It seemed like she was getting ready for something... like getting ready to meet her late husband. My cousin cried as she was explaining to us what was her condition, and it is rare for her to cry. We went home and rested. The next day, March 11, she passed away around 3:00 AM. She died from heart attack.

Every thing happened too fast. I woke up on the same day that my aunt died, and found my mother packing our things. She told me, "Wala na si Tita Cora. Umayos ka na at pupunta tayong Batangas." I was in shock in hearing the news. Though for some reason, I halfly expected that she won't make it. But still I prayed that she would make it before that happened. We traveled to Batangas, and reached to the funeral services place. For some reason, the commute took forever and I dunno if it is because the feeling of knowing that somebody close to you passed away. I saw my cousin and it seemed she was fine, or she was trying to be strong. We stayed in the funeral services place because that is where the funeral was held. I had exams the next day so I told my mother about it. She told me that my father will pick me up to take me back to Binan. I slept and the next morning I went back home and took my exams and took my lessons and went back to Batangas. Friends and family came to mourn for her. My aunt's boyfriend was with us for the whole time.

The burial was on March 13, we started the procession at 1:30 PM. The music was making everybody cry, including myself. We all went to the church where the mass was taken place. During the mass, my cousin felt uneasy. She said that her heart was palpitating. At the end of the mass, everybody gathered around her to see if she was okay. Another cousin of mine aided her since she is a doctor, while another relative of mine held her hand said some prayers (because she is a nun.) In the end, she cried her heart out. She may have hid all of her sadness because she needs to be strong, but in the end she just let it all out. She refused to go to the cemetery until her mother's coffin was inside the grave. After a while, she came and prayed for her mother.

Now my mother is the only one left that is from her family. It is quite sad when you think about it and I don't like the idea of losing her also shortly after. I would be devastated if she were to be gone and not able to live longer than she should be. I just hope that she will live long enough to at least see grandchildren.

I hope you enjoyed reading, and I'll write again soon.