Mama had always been kind to everyone she had ever known, from her patients to her relatives, to people in our community and to her colleagues. Once, while on the way to school in my clinical uniform, the pedicab driver asked me if I was related to Mrs. Hinunangan. I told him I was her son. He informed me Mama took care of the hospitalization of his wife when my mother was still working as a staff nurse in EVRMC.
I've been trying to find the right words how to describe my relationship with my mom: she is a friend, someone who laughed at my jokes, encouraged me to pursue my silliest dreams, always supportive, and fiercely protective of my brothers and me.
Ma, we'll never quite have another one like you. Thanks for always being the greatest Mom. Thanks for the sacrifices you made for us, thanks for enduring those times when we caused you a headache. We love you always.
A few days ago, we received a phone call that my mom had pulmonary embolism. From the scans, three of her vessells were blocked. I was still able to speak with her before she went to the ICU. I told her it was a miracle. Maybe God gave us a second chance to be together since she is still in the US. Early this morning, the phone rang- I woke up, and I knew what it was.
This was my last text to my Mom:
I always pray for our family, most specially for your health. Naku Ma, we still have a lot of good times to look forward to. I'll do better in school for you. Remember God won't give us trials we can't endure. We love you!
Thanks. You guys are my strength and my life.