Neko

Last Saturday, because my French class was over, i decided to go visit my mom. I tagged along my brother and his family. We brought flowers and candles and some snacks. On the way, the weather was fine. Not too hot, not too cloudy. It seemed perfect to spend the afternoon in the park cemetary.

Soon as i stepped down the car, the scenery that opened up to me was so great. An open-air like that of flatlands with silhouettes of mountains on the far horizon. It exhalled me with such a great feeling and of lightness.

When i reached my mom’s grave, i can’t seem to light up the candles coz of the wind. We took turns in lighting them but it was impossible. It was just too windy. So i made an improvision of the pots that hold them and was successful to light up one white candle.

But as i stood up, i felt a chilling breeze along with the wind. I looked up at the sky and the clouds suddenly seemed to form heavily. I called out “oh no! it looks like its gonna rain!” So I took some shots with my digicam, both from thinking i may not be able to do that later and from awe at the simple beauty.

Suddenly, I felt little drops falling on my hat and shoulders.

“Umuulan!” (It’s raining!) my brother called. And we all rushed to a nearby tent of someone who was just burrried. Seems that most of their friends have gone, judging by the number of chairs now piled up, ready for storage. There were still 5 or so people in the tent lamenting for their departed then. And we nodded in respect and they replied with a gesture as signaling to let us in the shade for a while.

The rain suddenly went hard. And big drops can be heard in the vinyl texture of the tent. It was a strange feeling being there, dry, secluded, and yet see everything around us soaking wet when minutes ago, the weather seemed to be fine. Very Strange!

Strange indeed, for the rain lasted for just 5-10 minutes. Then fully stopped. We stepped outside of the tent after it was all clear, and thanked the people on the tent for letting us in.

As we proceeded back to the grave.. i was stopped, struct. Something prevented me from lighting the candle. Slightly bending, almost kneeling down, I shifted my eyes towards the sky. I saw a rainbow at the distance. Shimmering with its pale colors, that accentuates the canvass of the indigo sky. I took some stills on my cam, then drove my attention back to the candles.

This is where I prayed.. and talked to my Mom.

She cried with glee as she showered us with her tears.
She smiled at us as she painted with nature’s magical hues.
She gave us the sign of a brightness awaiting us,
and that there is hope.

Indeed, it showed she was listening. She was waiting for us. She was looking over us. She was there.. actually there.

Yes Mom, I missed you too!

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photo note: view the bigger size at my flickr (pardon the unedited profile and sets.)

entry note: now you see, that’s why i believe karma is something that happens for a reason.