KUNG SINO MAN ANG MAUNA..
My wife and I sometimes talk about the inevitable, death. Not the serious kind of talk though. There are two things she wishes: One, she prays that God will not bless her with a long life. Notwithstanding our eldest daughter’s wish:"sana we will live a very long life" her Mama would frown and say "I don’t like that happening to me!".
And two, she prays that God would take her first. She doesn’t like the idea of her being the one left behind.
In the course of our discussions we’d often touch on the topic of remarriage. Thanks to my steady and constant lobbying throughout the years, I finally persuaded her to reverse her initial stand of not allowing me to remarry if the inevitable happens.
On my part there is no problem. I only want whatever she believes is best for her. If achieving that means remarrying, then, by all means… I wouldn’t want to get in the way… now that’s love.
Out of this talks-over-coffee I’ve concocted a pretty funny scenario (My wife, considering that the story involed her in a fictional predicament, registered the best laugh-of-the-week when she heard it - retelling it though won’t be as funny anymore, it’s one of those you-have-to-be-there to appreciate it).
Anyway here’s the story: On her (iadaeum Apo!) deathbed, assuming that everything between us have been ironed out, I am already at peace to accept the inevitable. Then, on her last breath she says "Ayoko palang magasawa ka". Then that’s the last of her.
It is suppose to be funny because it revolves around the idea (my wife’s idea that is, that she knows already all of the ways of men mainly from what she gathered in observing her only "lab rat"…me) that the only way to make me happy again -or to get me back on track- is to simply secure myself another woman. She believes this holds true to all men.. ‘You’ve seen one you’ve seen all’.
"Mama?!". More than the reality hitting me that she’s gone (as if I was not prepared for this) is the shock created by the shattered verbal agreement we carefully formed together, not to mention the suddeness of retraction and its timing -she could not have uttered it at a worse time–I mean she cannot take back what is said anymore, can she?)
Now imagine that scenario, up to the point before her retraction, really happening in the future (iadaeum Apo!).
In her last moments, ironically, my wife and I must be laughing ourselves out knowing that we once made up a scenario exactly like the one we’re in. And she knows that I know that were both expecting to hear her utter that funny line, but this time as a joke… or is it?
Like we say to each other: "You’re the best thing that ever happened to me… so far."
Belated happy mother’s day!
