Remembering A Loved One Novels & Stories

I did not answer her dahil sobrang sakit talaga ng ulo ko gusto ko mang umiyak sa sobrang sakit pero ayaw tumulo ng luha ko "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" I shouted with to much pain "Aliah" tawag ni Mommy sa akin ng mabuksan niya ang pintuan Nilapitan niya ako at niyakap " don't force yourself to remember everything Aliah" Sabi ni mama sa akin "Ma I want too, I want to know my past" malungkot kong sabi kay mama "Shhh someday you'll remember everything Aliah" Sabi niya sa akin

"You made my Mom sick and suffer in loneliness. I will never forget those times I see my mother crying in pain thinking about you with those girls you've been hanging out. I will never forget how she beg for my grandparents not to touch you because she don't want you to get hurt. I will never forget the big scar you made in our family." Hindi naman ito nakaimik sa mga sinabi ko. Matagal na panahon na ang mga iyon at matagal na rin siyang bumalik but those memories are still fresh in my mind like it was all happened yesterday. Childhood memories are really hard to forget, especially those sad memories.

"Maging matatag sana kayo. Dito po sa San Lorenzo ay hindi magiging marangal ang isang tao kundi nabibilanggo. Ang ipinagtataka ko po lamang ay bakit hindi nakarating sa inyo ang balita tungkol sa inyong ama, ang tungkol sa inyong pamilya." "May isang taon na nang matanggap ko ang huling liham ni ama sa akin. Sinabi niya na huwag akong labis na mag-alala kundi ako tatanggap ng liham mula sa kanya dahil marami siyang pinagkakaabalahan. Benindisyunan niya ako ay pinayuhang pagbutihin ang aking pag-aaral." Tatangu-tango ang militar. "Maaring iyon ang huling liham na kanyang ginawa bago siya namatay. May isang taon na namin siyang nailibing."

Siyempre, hindi namin nakaligtaang magpalagay ng salitang; 'In loving memory of Alice. Ito ang paraan namin ng pagbati rito sa muling pagbabalik. Nakaupo siya sa bangko, nakatali ang mga kamay at paa, may blindfold, hindi maikubli ang matinding panginginig. Tanong pa ng tanong sa mga guwardiyang nakapaligid sa kanya. Natatandaan kong gustong-gusto ko siya noon. Madalas ko itong pinapadalaw sa bahay dahil aliw na aliw ako sa ugali niya at sa matinding koneksyong nabuo nila ng kapatid ko.

"I'm sorry, but... who are you?" My eyes widened from the surprise. But what else should I expect? Sinabi na din ni tita sa akin na nagkaron sya ng post-traumatic amnesia, everything bad that happened back then never really registered in her memories and that she already disregards the people who were included from that traumatic event she's been through. A tear escaped my eye, but I quickly wiped it and tried to smile at her. It breaks my heart that she chose to forget about me. It felt like hell when the person you love forgot all about you.

Nandoon ang mga nakaraang hindi na nila mababalik at mga nakaraang iiwan na lamang sa limot. Memories, like fragments of a forgotten melody, weave the tapestry of our lives. They are the elusive ghosts of our yesterdays, lingering in the recesses of our minds, waiting to be summoned by a scent, a song, or a fleeting glimpse of the familiar. The past, with its palette of emotions and experiences, shapes who we are today. In the quiet moments, we find ourselves drifting back, tracing the contours of our memories like fingers on an old, weathered photograph.

Tugon nito at namayani ang katahimikan sa amin. Maybe this is the saddest part in life, when the person died we only have those memories. We can't do anything about it but to treasure those moments. Kaya isa rin sa mga natutunan ko ay mahalin ang mga magulang natin. Dahil hindi naman habang buhay ay makakasama natin sila.

I almost lost myself until my egos saving me. "Ako din pala mananalo e. Pinapatagal mo pa." Pabiro kong wika. Umiling-iling siya sa naging reaksyon ko. Nagkibit balikat na lamang ako. We never keep people we love for good. But we can keep always memories. There is a good chance that we could have a lot of time to build our long lasting memories feels better.

Makalipas ang ilang sandali ay humugot ako ng isang malalim na hininga at inipon ang aking lakas para muling tingnan ang gravestone ni Nicklaus. In Loving Memories of Nicklaus Martinei Beloved Son, Brother and Fiancè When things are drawing to a close, all you have are memories and stories to keep you warm. "That's all you have left to me, baby, our memories and stories but I don't know how long will it keep me warm." Sambit ko at mahinang tumawa, hinayaan ko lamang ang aking luha na umagos sa aking mga mata habang hinahaplos ko ang nakaukit na pangalan ni Nicklaus sa kanyang gravestone.

putol nito ulit sa kanya. "W-what?" naguguluhang tanong niya, pabulong. "I don't have any memory of you. And though after tomorrow, we'd just totally be strangers who happened to marry each one time in their lives, I still want to have memory of you. You see, I don't know if I'd ever remember the past. But just in case I don't, I'd still have a memory of you-- one thing that I'd get to keep and remember for this lifetime that we will spend apart."