That was a Monday. February 10, 2008. We were all stressed by the way the events were happening, but anybody can justify why everything still seems to be surreal, especially for the three of us. I was sick, stressed and lacked a good sleep due to the emotional turmoil and work deadlines that I had to meet. My mom was still flabbergasted. Tia meanwhile, tried to be the same stern Tia that she is known for.
During that time, we were standing in front of a deck of caskets-in different shades and sizes. With us was Ed, the owner of the funeral parlor. He was urging us to upgrade the funeral service that they'd be giving, because the basic service was free.
Mama, my grandmother, passed away earlier that day.
We're grateful that the Brgy. Council shouldered the funeral services or else Mama would be left waiting for us at the hospital morgue for a few days more.
So there we were, shopping for a coffin. While my dense, inconsiderate mother was picking the better looking, more expensive caskets, Tia was about to explode like an atomic bomb any moment due to peer pressure, and it was up to me to detonate her.
Tia then asked me softly, "Ikaw, anong desisyon mo tungkol dito? Mag-uupgrade ba tayo?"
"Huh?" I was still half-asleep. "Teka. Di naman kasama ataol sa cremation diba? (We planned, and we did have Mama cremated)"
She sighed and gave a slight nod.
"Then walang upgrade." I simply closed the discussion. "Mommy pengeng 8k kung gusto mo ng pink na ataol."
1 comments:
just a thought, i wouldn't want to be cremated... i want a casket, the white, shiny ones with the gold-plated edges and all..
on second thought, i'd like my own marcos-like mausoleum, although i wouldn't want to be put in a transparent casket
di mo binibisita site ko ha
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