Late Friday evening, life as I know it changed in an instant.
My Dad suffered a stroke. Some stranger found him unconscious in the streets of Manila, and brought him to the ER. There, they tried to treat him. He has been in a coma and on life support. And, even after 72 hours of hospital care, my father's vitals just kept going down. That's why even if we long for a miracle, we were already told to expect the worst.
Expecting the worst while living a few thousand miles away just seem to make it so much harder.
So, tomorrow, I'm off to see my dad. Possibly, to say goodbye. And admittedly, I don't even know how to do just that.
Yes, that's how my very rough week had been capped. Little did I know that last week's 'tough day' was just the beginning. The rest of the week just kept throwing one difficult thing after another my way. It made that 'tough day' appear like a walk in the park instead.
That's why instead of returning to 'normal' blogging schedule this week as hoped for/planned, it looks like I need to go for a longer break. I already quit my 365 project today, to give me some room to mourn and breathe and regroup.
And, although I'll be back in Australia next week, I'm still not sure when I can re-start blogging here.
In any case, I have been sharing some updates on my Twitter account, whenever I need to engage in catharsis or to be in a place where I can connect. It's usually where I send mobile notes as well, even when I'm unable to go online. If you're interested to receive such updates, I'd love to welcome you as a Twitter friend.
Also, if you've sent me an email or comment recently - and you're still waiting for a response - I hope to be able to get back to you as soon as I'm able to catch up with it all.
Anyway, for now, I just want to say thanks to everyone who already sent in their warm thoughts and prayers. Your words of comfort and hope have definitely been helping me through this very difficult time. So, again, thank you.
The picture you see here is an SP, of me holding an old photo album. That's my dad on the left hand side, holding me at about age one. That's also me on the right, with my dad holding me up as he was just teaching me how to walk.