I went home to Bicol two days ago for an activity related to work. Because of the floods in Legazpi City, the activity I went to Bicol for was canceled. People from all over the Bicol Region could not pass their main highways because of the flood. This situation caused the cancellation of the regional rural congress.
Since I couldn't go back to Manila immediately after the cancellation of the rural congress, I went home to my parents. Home was my family's welcoming arms. The warmth of home was a contrast to the undefined feeling I had while seeing my mother take care of my stepfather who is a stroke survivor. How come that one so strong in the peak of his strength is so helpless now? I found it a difficult feeling to see my stepfather being bathed, fed and taken care of by mother like a toddler. Life indeed has its different seasons.
More than taking care of one's health as a lesson from my stepfather's present situation, is a reaffirmation of my own mortality. I am not always strong. One day I will grow weak. I will be needing other people's care. More than this, I will have to deal with the question of how I spent the time given to me by life. Indeed, I am not a permanent resident of the earth.
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