Extraordinary Love

My Perfect Match

"I know you're watching over us, Mom. I'm sorry because I can't help but miss you everyday. I know you don't want me to cry, but I can't. I don't know how. But I promise I will try my best to learn how." My son, Kevin, said as he touched Trinca's grave.

It's been three years since my wife, Trinca, died. I would say that her death was not a surprise. After all, she had been battling breast cancer for four years. Even if it's been quite a long time since she passed, the heart never forgets especially for my son, Kevin Miguel Ravena, who was just seven years old then. Being a single dad wasn't so hard. The fact that I lost my wife was just what made it harder.

Things didn't work out really well for me and Trinca, but when she told us that she had cancer, pinilit ko na magbago ang lahat. I knew she needed my help in one way or another. Even if we tried, things were still not the way they were supposed to be, but I tried my best to stay there in that household with her. Few years after, she left us and found her way to Heaven. I have no regrets that I helped her when she had cancer. After all, she is still the mother of my son and I still owe her so much for that. Although I have loved her before, I wouldn't say the love went away. I guess it just turned into a different kind of love. A love friends have, instead of a husband and wife love.

Kev was there, seated on the grass, and crying. All I could do was hug him with the hopes that I could wash the pain away. "It's okay to be sad, Anak. But please know that your mom still watches over us." I didn't know what else I could say. I knew, though, that it helped because he wiped the tears falling from his eyes and looked at me with a smile. "Yes Dad, I know Mom still loves us," he said.

"Lalo na ikaw, Anak. Love na love ka ni Mommy. Love ka naman ng lahat eh, lalo na ni Daddy." I said and kissed his forehead. He stopped crying and I'm glad he did. "I love you din po, Daddy. Kayo po ni Mommy." He replied.

We spent the next five minutes just looking at Trinca's grave. There was a picture of her there. A picture that was taken before she was diagnosed. She was so beautiful. I know that she still is (beautiful) up there.

I wish you didn't have to leave as early as you did, Trincs. We need you, alam mo 'yan. Please continue to watch over us. Especially on those days na litong-lito na ako. Please. Because I couldn't say those words out loud, I just said them in my mind, hoping that she would still hear me.

"We should get going, Kev. You have to finish your homework pa, 'di ba?" I asked even if I knew the answer. When I looked at him, he just nodded. "O, say goodbye na to Mommy." I said as I stood up and pointed at the grave.

He leaned over to kiss the grave. "I'll visit you po again soon, Mom. I miss you and I love you so much." He said. Then he stood up and we left.

We had KFC delivery for lunch—Kevin's favorite. He loved chicken as much as I did. I was expecting some kind of a conversation about random video games or things little boys would ask, but this time, everything was different.

"I know you still love her, Dad," Kevin told me with a malicious smile on his face.

I was not pretending to be clueless. I really had no clue who he was talking about. "Love who, Anak?" I asked.

He looked at me with a shocked face. Maybe he was expecting me to know who he was talking about. "Si Tita Alyssa po, Daddy." He seriously answered.

I must admit that his answer made me shocked. Because yes, I still love Alyssa. Very much. When things didn't work out for me and Trinca, we had a divorce. The process had to be done in the States. A year after our divorce, I fell in love with Alyssa. Everything changed when Trinca told me she had cancer. Alyssa asked for a cool off because she said that Trinca was the priority. I was going to refuse, but she already made action before I could even say no to the cool off. That cool off eventually turned into a break-up. Ever since, my love for her never went away. I'm still in love with her now.