Calor Del Cielo: Bittersweet Taste of Your Love

The wind blew so softly, and the peacefulness of the surroundings just added a gloomy and emotional sentiment in my feelings. Sitting in the same hammock in between the two coconut trees where my mom and I used to lie down always brings tears to my eyes.

It has been 2 months since she passed and the pain towards losing her is still raw. The house has never been the same after she was gone. I could still remember the last words she told me before she left.

"I want you to be happy and always stay strong. I want you to grow beautifully. be a smart, kind, and brave woman.  I want you to reach your dreams and be the person you want to be. I wanna  see you grow and finished school. To get married and see you build your own family, but I guess I will never have a chance to witness that.  You are the best thing that happened to me, my Gavriella and I may leave this world but always remember that I'll watch and guide up there. Do not forget that sweetheart..."

I couldn't help but weep painfully every time I remembered her last words. Knowing her sufferings and how she battled cancer to live and survive. 

She had been the strongest woman I ever knew, and I admire her for that. She never lost hope, and she didn't even blame God for her illness. She fought until the end. She tried to undergo a lot of treatment and operations, but nothing happened. Leukemia is a traitor illness. It will attack you in pull you down to death.

My mom was the kindest and strongest beautiful person I have ever seen in my existence. She stayed 6 months in the hospital for treatments and medications. And there, I saw how she strongly fought the battle of her life.

I was there and never left her in her weakest moments. I witnessed how her body slowly weakens until she can no longer absorb the treatments and medication. It has been two months now since she was gone, and I missed her so badly.

There were times I found myself wishing that it wasn't real. Lying in bed every night crying nonstop and waking up in the morning still feeling the same pain, make me wanna wish to die. 

Losing a parent at an early age was so hard. Few friends and relatives are telling me to be brave and that I'll get through this. It is easy for them to say it because they never know what I truly feel inside. They don't know the pain and emptiness I feel.

She was my teacher and my best friend. Losing her feels like losing the will to live.   I just don't know if I can still live my life the same now that she was gone.

"There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere." I immediately wiped my tears away when I heard the voice of Dad from afar.

"I knew, I will find you here. Wait, are you crying again, Gav?" Worries and concerns are obvious in my father's voice. " I know you still miss her, sweetie but you have to understand that we can't go on like this forever. And she will not like it if you keep on crying mourning for her."

"I know Dad, but I can't help to miss her..." not a day goes by I don't miss her, and it gets stronger as it lasts.

 I knew that Dad had been worrying about me for the past few days. God knows how hard I try to be strong, but the pain and sadness was so strong I can't suppress and fight it.

"Yes, sweetie its hard now that she's gone but we have to continue our lives. Come, I have a surprise for you. I want you to meet someone." Dad said with a tinge of excitement. 

I looked at him with a questioning gaze, and he responded with a reassuring smile like he was sure I will be delighted in his surprise. 

"You're going to love her, sweetie" He pulled my hand to help me stand.  

Confused about who he was talking about, we walked towards the house and into the living room. My brow furrowed in curiosity when I saw a tall, brunette woman in a red dress sitting on one of the sofas.  The moment she saw us, her lips stretched into a wide smile.

"Gav, I want you to meet Chelsea! She will now stay with us from now on."