REMEMBERING DAD – DR ELLA MASAMAYOR

REMEMBERING DAD

BY DR ELLA MASAMAYOR

With every death I pronounce, I remember Dad’s death. I remember the blue dress I wore, his white-walled hospital room, his big throne-like hospital bed, eating lechon manok. Dad told me I was a queen.

Dad collapsed shortly after, and never woke up again.

Back then, I did not understand death, but I understood love.

Dr Ella Masamayor