July 28, 2008 to August 28, 2008 is definitely the longest month I have ever had in my entire lifetime. Today, we commemorate the first month death anniversary of my Dad who suddenly passed away on July 28, the next day after his 77th birthday.
The whole family is still in denial. My Mom is trying to cope with the help of family and friends and the care of the ever loyal two live-in househelp and a driver, the people whom they have counted as members of the household for years. My siblings and I are also trying to continue with our daily lives, even if the pain is unbearable. It’s so sad, that none of us now lives with my Mom in our ancestral home. We hope that in a year’s time, she will soon be willing to travel so that we can have her here in the US during warmer months. The last travel they had recently was a visit to Hawaii, the place which my Dad used to visit a lot. They had 53 years of wedded bliss and I can imagine how hard it is to be left alone after so many years of being together.
For now, life has to go on, and we have to face the pain head on. I just hope healing will come sooner than later.