After years of working as a Graphic Artist and a multitasker, I finally got a real life! Having the decision to leave my old job wasn't that easy. After the Licensing Show I decided to leave my old school company and it really feels good to sleep in morning that long.. My boss asked me for an extension so that I could turn over everything, man I was handling so many stuff I couldn't know which one to start. I was really a major worker, I can do the functions of almost everyone in the company except janitorial stuff and being a driver. Also I couldn't do what the Boss really does, only a slight part of it.
It was really a big issue much like showbiz - "The Prodigal Son Leaves Empire!" but nobody can stop me. Well if there was only a salary raise or another benefit offer I could have stayed. Most of my officemates were happy for I won't grow old like them and become roots or institutions of the building.
The Death of A Father
On September 10th 2007, My mom was calling me and I was texting with my little sis in the province. They were looking for my dad all over the city for he has not come home since morning. My mom was angrily crying her emotions for my dad at the PNP headquarters and I told them not to make stupid scandals on the place. We stopped texting.. After an hour of no communication my sis calls me that my dad is dead, but not profoundly sure. She was crying. The news was unacceptable for the family. I called my bro and sis in the province to confirm the news, It was not as valid as it may seems but after minutes of waiting the news was true. Our dad was found dead, with a gunshot wound on his head lying down in his own blood. It was another mystery and so many theories have been released and came up with the idea "as an accident".
The Days of Lamentation
A day after we packed up ang immediately went home. The week was restless with the amount of people coming in to see our dad. I really can't imagine that it had that volume that our food stocks was like empty always, so we had to shop everyday. So many people, so many family friends, so many things to talk about and so many things they miss.
The Burial of a Loved One
I've had high fever 2 days before the burial, so a day after I went to the doctor and got me some injectibles so that I could be ok by tomorrow's event. I even got to read the 1st reading and my bro reads the 2nd, and we were freakin' nervous.
The burial day came and we were like okay... but after the mass everyone started crying. Until we went to the cemetery and performed the final rituals. Gunshots were heard and the voice of my mom was sounding like crazy.
At last the day ended with sad tears and memories. We accepted it easily except for our mom.
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