Remembering the Departed | Gone So Young, Gone Too Soon

Losing someone you are very close to is sad. But what's saddest is when you lose them without even seeing them, in their last moment. And worse, you will only see them when they are already inside the coffin, lifeless and unmoving. And you can just cry at the sight in grievance.

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"Ruffa, call me now, your sister...."

I already knew my sister's situation at that time. But I am optimistic that she will be okay and that it is just a simple case of diarrhea and nothing serious to be worried about. She will be okay; that's what I said. She has regular checkups anyway because that is required in her work.

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But that simple diarrhea is not just a simple diarrhea, especially if you didn't do anything about it. If you release something, you have to replace it. My sister had diarrhea and also vomited, and whenever she drank or ate porridge, she just spit it all out, which led to dehydration.

Her partner and my brothers are forcing her to be admitted to the hospital, but she is just so hardheaded and won't listen to them. Her reason is that it's just another expense, so she refuses to do it. No matter how hard they forced her, she just wouldn't budge. She just allow it when her fingernails turns violet.

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That means it is already severe, and God knows what might happen to her. I want to blame her, to be honest. I also want to blame the people that she was with at that time. I mean, they can just easily drag her down to the hospital. They don't need to ask for permission. They can just hayzt.

Now that I remember it again, a lot of scenarios were running through my head at that time. If only I am in Batangas, I will really drag her outside and even carry her or whatever just so she will be admitted to the hospital. whether she likes it or not! but I am in Mindoro at that time, sadly.

"She's gone...."

It was my mama who brought the news to me. She's communicating with my siblings in Batangas. When I heard it, I was like, "Why so fast?" I also learned that she was revived six times, but on their last try, she didn't make it. Just like that, as simple as that. like she's just a piece of paper that was soaked in water and then gone.

I cried. The little memories that we had came rushing back to me. She is so young—barely 18 when she decided to work. That's why we can't always be together. Then she decided to work in Batangas, and it is more difficult for us to meet personally and have a little bonding. We're in Mindoro, and she's in Batangas; that's an ocean apart.

We can only communicate thanks to Facebook. We can just see each other if we take a selfie and upload it to our timeline. But that's okay. She's living the life that she wanted. Her dream will not end here in Mindoro. She's doing well in Batangas; in fact, she's already the OIC in this company. So she has too much work to handle.

She is doing well, but with just a snap of the fingers, everything ended. It became blurry at first and then eventually ended. She can't do anything about it. It is already her time. At a young age, she left too early. It still hurts and makes me get teary-eyed sometimes when I remember. But I know she is in paradise now. She is loved there by everyone, for sure.

And you know what? I am still happy because I got to spend a little time with her when I went to Batangas to seek work. I think I stayed there for 3 or 4 months. I got to bond with her, and I saw how hardworking and dedicated she is to her work. I also saw how she overworked herself, sadly. But she'll go with it for a better future.

Aside from that, we already have this family picture where we are all present. It happens on our niece's birthday. We were all able to attend, including my mom (auntie). My sister traveled from Batangas to Mindoro just to attend. In fact, she is the one who helps with the preparation. I am just glad we have this kind of picture. And we will remember it because it is uploaded on Facebook.

Oh God, seeing this is making me feel so damn emotional. I really miss her. I miss her voice, and I miss her calling me "Panget." I miss our kulitan in the comment section, and most of all, I miss her face. I am literally crying right now, guys. I just can't help but feel hurt again because she left us so soon.

She was just 29 years old when she died. And it's been 3 years 9 months 15 days now. That long, I feel like it was only yesterday. She had a good future ahead of her, but it all ended. It is just sad, but I know she enjoys her little time here on earth. She will be forever missed, and she will always be remembered by us.

Yohooo, this is my entry on the second week of the contest on HivePH. Thank You guys for the initiative. And for this week's topic, we have this: Remembering The Departed - Tell us the memories you shared with your departed loved ones.