My aunt had this collection of state magnets on her refrigerator. Sometimes when I came to their house, I would test my geographic knowledge, and try to fit them into each other. Nevada was always so much bigger than California. When California is a much bigger state, right?
Alaska...Texas...California--how many square feet is that?
I don't understand how someone's life can stop so abruptly like that. I could see that look in her eye, when she told my uncle that they should go back to the hospital from the airport in the Philippines. But, maybe, it was meant to be. To die in the country of your birth.
I am so angry that those stupid officials wouldn't let her board the plane to go to her home in California. Millions of people board airplanes every day with high blood pressure... My aunt, the CCU nurse, who took care of thousands of patients with high blood pressure, heart attacks, heart failure. Please, oh please, let her and my uncle take the risk. No medical care on a plane, back to home, back to her sons, her family.
I know, Auntie, that you didn't want to go this way. And we'll see you soon again. But it just seems we get robbed of time together. You looked so excited about going on this medical mission. You, blind in your left eye from cataracts, giving reading or distance eyeglasses to those in need.
Kuya David was so strong for you. And your grandchildren miss you so much, too.
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