The Blast That Was

I know this is one late post but it was a shocking and horrifying experience that I chose not to dwell on it. Last July 5, 2009, we were fortunate to wake up late as a family. Or else, we could have been there.

While having our late breakfast that day, DH received an SMS from one of his officemates telling him that a blast happened at the Cathedral of Cotabato City. We began to panic since many of our friends usually attend the 8:15 AM mass. I began texting some friends and relatives. Later on, I received a heart-breaking call from Mamitz, our matchmaker and long-time family friend. One of Papajof’s (her husband) nephews died on the spot. Their family was about to disembark from a PUJ in front of the church when the bomb exploded. The boy’s name is Prince. His siblings, Andrei and Pia were also hurt. Prince was buried last Saturday while Andrei was discharged from the hospital last Sunday.

I feel for the children’s mother. I was hurt when I lost my chance of being a mother again. How much hurtful could it be to lose a child whom you have cared for and nurtured and loved for about 11 years? I look at her and see the pain in her eyes. I know she is trying to be strong for her two children. I know too, that Prince’s death will forever leave a hole in her heart. But I pray for strength for Angelie. And acceptance too. I know that it’s a long shot. But time heals and prayers can do wonders.