I’ve been under the weather since the month of February started. In the next couple of days, it will be my husband’s first death anniversary. I already have booked my ticket and will be flying to Manila soon.
I can’t help but recall the things that happened a year ago. He and I went home for my mother’s first death anniversary. Nobody knew that our short vacation would be the last time our families and friends will see him.
On 25 February 2015, we came back. My husband was complaining about stomach pain and I urged him to go for a check up.
We went to the hospital on 27 February 2015. The doctor didn’t allow him to go home. He was immediately admitted to the intensive care unit instead.
And on 04 March 2015, he peacefully left and joined his Creator.