Saying goodbye is never easy especially if it's your loved one - in my case, my dad. We finally laid him to rest in peace at Everest Hills. Looking back, the past days were just a blur. I still haven't had any decent sleep. But somehow all the late nights, long days and all the people around us somehow eased the pain. It was comforting to know that so many people cared for him. The outpouring of love, support and concern was just overwhelming. The abundance of flowers in and outside the chapel was just a sliver of how many people came and paid their respects.
It's just quite sad and ironic that it takes something unfortunate to bring all the family and friends together. This is one of those rare moments when all my dad's siblings are complete. My uncle flew in from New Jersey and my aunt from Las Vegas. The last time that they were complete was when my lola died and it's quite sad that it took another death for them to be together again.
I'm not really superstitious but there's something about butterflies when someone dies. And true enough, right after my dad was buried, a blue butterfly appeared.
It first landed on Gabby...
Then my sister...
Then finally on me...
I later learned that the butterfly followed my mom's car as they drove home. May it be true or not, but we really felt that it was my dad, telling us that he's now in peace.
So even if my dad's not here with us anymore, I know that he'll always be looking over us.
We'll miss you papa, and you'll always be in our minds and hearts...
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