Holiday Gloom
It's the third week of November again, one of my sisters celebrates her birthday on the 23rd. Soon after (or sometimes before) we bring out the dusty boxes of our christmas tree, trimmings and lights.
It's the time of the year our house starts to glisten gold and red with dancing yellow lights.
It was also this time last year while we were decorating our living room, me, my mom, my aunt, my sisters, my husband, our house help and yaya. My grandfather's caretaker suddenly went down and asked us to check on my grandfather.
Curious, and a bit frightened, we all went upstairs. We got there and one side of his face was twitching, his mouth was open and dried up, he couldn't speak. He was muttering something, we got him water and ice chips to make sure his throat doesn't dry up that he chokes. He could be having a heart attack, a stroke or a diabetic attack but we don't know.
We call my dad and all his sons and my dad rushes him to the hospital. He stayed there for a good week. He had a diabetic attack. Apparently he insisted on drinking LITER of Sprite. He started not caring about his ailments long before he was even bedridden.
Four months later, when only me, my husband and our Yaya were home. He was found silent and still in his bedroom. He passed away. Peacefully.
This year, as we bring out our dusty boxes again. A gloom starts to cover us. This time, my father's not with us for the first time since they were married. He went to "try his luck" in Australia. My grandfather's no longer with us as well.
On our way home from work, my sister asked me if we could bring one of our retrievers to the Vet. He hasn't been eating and we noticed the mucous coming out of his eyes are too thick.
We got him there and about 2 hours later, the Vet tells us he has Distemper. A usually fatal canine virus that's treatable but incurable. The treatment will cost us at least Php 28,000 (at least US$600). We just couldn't afford it.
Now the day that me and my sisters usually associate to happy and exciting times - trimming the tree and singing carols, putting up so many lights to brighten the house at night - has become a gloomy day.
It's the time of the year our house starts to glisten gold and red with dancing yellow lights.
It was also this time last year while we were decorating our living room, me, my mom, my aunt, my sisters, my husband, our house help and yaya. My grandfather's caretaker suddenly went down and asked us to check on my grandfather.
Curious, and a bit frightened, we all went upstairs. We got there and one side of his face was twitching, his mouth was open and dried up, he couldn't speak. He was muttering something, we got him water and ice chips to make sure his throat doesn't dry up that he chokes. He could be having a heart attack, a stroke or a diabetic attack but we don't know.
We call my dad and all his sons and my dad rushes him to the hospital. He stayed there for a good week. He had a diabetic attack. Apparently he insisted on drinking LITER of Sprite. He started not caring about his ailments long before he was even bedridden.
Four months later, when only me, my husband and our Yaya were home. He was found silent and still in his bedroom. He passed away. Peacefully.
This year, as we bring out our dusty boxes again. A gloom starts to cover us. This time, my father's not with us for the first time since they were married. He went to "try his luck" in Australia. My grandfather's no longer with us as well.
On our way home from work, my sister asked me if we could bring one of our retrievers to the Vet. He hasn't been eating and we noticed the mucous coming out of his eyes are too thick.
Now the day that me and my sisters usually associate to happy and exciting times - trimming the tree and singing carols, putting up so many lights to brighten the house at night - has become a gloomy day.
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