Remembering A Loved One Novels & Stories

ani ni Arlo at dahan-dahan minulat ang mga mata niya tapos tiningnan ako. "Pinatay nila mom ko at lolo ko sa mismong harapan ko. Wala ko choice kung hindi magpanggap na nagkaamnesia para mabuhay. Magpatay malisya tuwing death anniversary ng mom ko at tuwing araw na iyon is sinasadya nila dalahin ako sa vacant room na may portrait ng mom ko sa excuse na even hindi ko maalala mom ko kailangan ko ipakita na nagdadalamhati ako."

Hindi niya alam kung bakit pero biglang may nakita siyang binata sa isip niya. "Your situation right now really reminds me of her," Lord Versailles continues. " Alzeihmer's was taking her away from me and yet what she told me changed my perspective. She told me that forgetting things was therapeutic for her in all the positive ways possible. She said that after everything, the most important thing is that by the end of the day, she knows that I'll be the one remembering. I'll be the one treasuring our memories together. She was assured that our love will not be forgotten."

So ourl time together had been cut short, a cruel twist of fate tearing them apart. I had never forgotten her, her memory a constant presence in my life, a bittersweet reminder of a love lost. I had kept our portrait in my hallway, a silent tribute to our love, a symbol of my unyielding devotion. Kahit do'n man lang, may memory kami. I stood before the portrait, my gaze lingering on Ariadne's face, her eyes seemingly filled with a knowing sadness. I felt a familiar pang of longing, a yearning for a love that was lost, a love that I had thought I would never experience again.

Parehas kami ng kaibigan niya na hindi malaman kung anong point niya. "Wag natin silang kalimutan bagkus itanim natin sa puso at isipan natin ang mga masasaya nating memorya kasama sila. Karamihan kasi sa atin pag nasaktan tayo, we tend to forget all of our good memories with them to heal. Pero para sa akin mali iyon. Hindi ka tunay na gagaling kung iniiwasan mo ang mga memoryang binuo niyong magkasama. Kasi pag nakalimutan na natin sila sasabihin natin okay na, pero pagkaharap na natin ang mga taong sabihin nating nanakit sa atin, babalik at babalik pa rin lahat ng sakit. Though kaunti na lang pero naroon pa rin ang sakit. Sa case ko kasi hindi ko sila kinalimutan tinanggap ko ang naging ka

Charot, ako rin pala. 'Kausapin mo na siya anak, you're not getting any younger, and you need them. Ayokong kapag nawala na 'ko ay nag-iisa ka pa rin, atsaka... Naniniwala akong maiintindihan ka niya, o kung nakalimutan ka nga niya, make a way for him to remember you. His brain might not remember you, but I know that his heart will never forget about you...' Parang bigla kong narinig ang boses ni mommy sa tenga ko. Sh*t, ito na ba ang tamang panahon?

Nabibinggi na ako sa ingay ng mga tanong na nagkakagulo sa utak ko. I looked intently to the box. I cannot count the times I am tempted to open it. Curiosity eats me. Gusto kong makita ang laman ng box because something in my heart ang naeexcite na medyo natatakot sa kung ano mang laman nito. Definitely, I wanted to remember my memories. This is the second time, I was reminded na hindi ko maalala yung memories na meron ako from my early life. The first time was during my father's burial. I tried to reminisce my memories with my dad, but I can't. Years passed, I forgot about those memories. I just leave them. Kung hindi ko maalala, edi hindi. Today, I am convinced, something is wrong sa memor

isang munting halik ang iginawad niya sa pisngi ko bago tuyang umakyat. Nakaluhod pa rin ako doon habang tinitingnan ang hagdan na dinaanan ni Elijah. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng pwede kong makalimutan, ang birthday niya pa? But then, I remembered why I tried forgetting this day... it's because this is the day Rexie died. Hindi ko kayang mag-celebrate... knowing that my daughter died the same day they were born. It's hard for me. Pero hindi ko maiwasang masaktan at manlumo nang makita ang mga mata ng anak kong malapit nang umiyak kanina. I feel like it's killing my heart. Na para bang paulit-ulit niyong pinapatay ang puso ko.

At ngayon lang ako huminto para pakinggan ang tinig na nagmumula sa likod ng ganda. Lumipat ako sa last entry. Pinakabagong recording. “Day... I stopped counting. Maybe no one will ever hear this. Maybe it’s just me and this voice forever. But if someone ever does—if somehow someone hears this—please... don’t let him forget me. Even if he doesn’t love me the way I love him... I want to be remembered. Even just for a moment.” Pumikit ako.

"Ikaw? Nakalimutan mo na ba ang Ate ko? Bakit mas pinili mo pa ang i-celebrate ang birthday ko kesa sa magluksa ka?" Mico smiled at her. "Alam mo ba iyan din ang problema ko nung mga nakaraang araw? I always remind myself that I should grieve. But my friends put some sense to me. Elisha will always be my love. She will not be erased in my memory and heart. I always pray for her. Pero hindi rin naman tama na makalimutan ko rin ang ibang tao na importante sa'kin. Lalo ka na."

Tinakpan ko ang bibig nang magsimula akong umiyak na nauwi sa hagulhol nang paulit-ulit na bumabalik sa isip ko ang mga nangyari kanina. Those eyes... I can never forget those pair of orbs that have looked at me with disgust earlier. Okay lang... Okay lang kung tingnan niya ako nang ganoon. Okay lang dahil nabigyan naman ako ng pagkakataon na maisabuhay ang mga alaala na habambuhay kong dadalhin at patuloy na aalalahanin. Isinubsob ko ang mukha sa pagitan ng tuhod at tumangis. I'm crying for the memories that will never come back. I'm crying for the most important person that I lost forever.