The Nurse

During the time that Mommy was sick, she had an “imported” nurse. Yes, a nurse all the way from Canada, who took time, packed her bags and went to the Philippines to take care of her, even for just a few weeks. When Tita Maricar was here the last time, I remember how she spent every single day with Mommy. As a nurse, she gave her the proper medical attention that she needs. As a sister, she held her. Talked to her and listened as well, fighting to hide the pain, always keeping the smile on her face.

After eight years, she came back with her family for a visit. On their farewell party, Papa came up to her and talked to her. “Maricar, gusto ko magpasalamat sayo. Sa lahat ng ginawa mo noon kay Rose. Hindi ko makakaya lahat yon kung wala ka.” And she smiled.

I seldom hear Papa say thank you. But then he knew the unconditional love the sisters had for each other. He just needed to remind Tita Maricar.. or himself. Perhaps, all of us well.