Cradle
March 1, 2020
"Kinsa
imong gibisita Mam?" the Grab driver asks. Whose grave did you visit? "Akong
Papa." "Unsa na ka dugay?" "20 years." "Aw dugay
naman diay." So it has been quite a while. He said it in a manner that
somehow tells me it is no longer as painful as it must have been before.
The driver’s
words stung. I wanted to him to take back his comment but remained silent as he
proceeded to tell a story of how his own father had died many years ago as
well. I responded politely and listened to him but my mind drifted elsewhere.
I wept at my
father's grave. "I forgive you. I miss you. I still see your face, still hear your
voice." One continuous stream of thought flowed from the core of my being
spilling out of my eyes.
I hear the
Grab driver’s own storytelling as if from a distance. Meanwhile I am unhinged
by the barrage of emotions. A song plays from the car’s radio," Mutya ka
Baleleng, sa baybayon... " I remember my aunts sang it constantly during
my childhood. It is a song about a young
man going off to war expressing his longing for the woman he is leaving behind.
Though the lyrics are somber, I am gently comforted by its melody, soothing the
sadness and hurt that have come over me.
Grief obviously
happens for every transition in a life. Life
is a series of transitions, each stage bidding goodbye to the previous one, a
finality in itself-- childhood to adolescence to adulthood to old age. Passing
away is just one of the many transitions. And what of role reversals? A finality
which unearths a vulnerability giving way to inevitable pain. I helped my Aunt bathe my mother today. She suffered
a stroke 5 years ago. As I helped my mother get dressed, I felt my heart break
into a million pieces. Grieving. I am grieving the passage of the years for my mother and the passing away of my father
even 20 years to the day.
The driver
slows down to pull over at the curb as I neared my destination. The song is
ending too,
"Kon ikaw Baleleng ay mawala
Kon ikaw Baleleng di ko makita
Gugma ko Baleleng magahulat
Taliwala 'ning lawod sa mga luha..."
“Aw
dugay naman diay, “the driver said as he picked me up from the cemetery.
His words stung. Grieving does not depend on the length of years, I wanted to
tell him just like the soldier’s last vows to Baleleng. But of course, I stayed
silent, paid him the fare, thanked him for the ride and stepped out of the car with Baleleng’s melody
cradling my heart.
“If you my dear is gone
If you my dear I cannot find
My love my dear will be waiting
In the middle of these ocean of tears...”
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