The Best Man

My main purpose why I decided to celebrate our wedding anniversary was to create happy memories with my children. As a family, we’ve had so many challenges most especially in the past three years. Tsunami after tsunami. When he would see me crying, my husband would say “matatapos din yan”. My son was traumatized by what happened but little by little he picked himself up, gathered strength to do something positive for himself. He learned about friendship, trust, money, the hard way. A very expensive way.  Despite all that,  my son is a good kid.

Nyke was 9 years old when I was diagnosed with cancer of the endometrium.  I was hospitalized first for the tests and the longest that I stayed in the hospital was maybe for at least 10 days.  He was 9 and he and his sister were left under the care of his yaya Rachel, while Edmund stayed with me in the hospital the whole time.  I remembered he sent me a letter wishing that I get well soon so I could go home and stay with him again.  I lost that letter, or maybe I kept it somewhere.  His letter made me want to live more,  live longer.  I thought Oh God,  my son is waiting for me,  please make me well so I could go home.

My son loves us dearly.  He is very tolerant of me.  He just keeps quiet when I scold him.  Even if he’s already 28 he still lets me tickle him. He is the perfect choice to be our best man.