The last time I spoke to my brother was on his birthday in mid September at a buffet restaurant. The last thing I said was happy birthday and sorry I haven’t gotten him a present yet, but will get him something nice soon enough for next time we see each other again.
His last words to me was “ok lang” which, in this case, translates to “it’s ok.”
I’ve said those same words so many times these last two to three weeks to people offering their condolences. It sucks a lot.
I’ve received so many love and support from family, my best friends, friends and co-workers who have reached out (love you guys) but at the end of the day, when all was said and done and I am left to my own devices, yes, I cry and cry, but I try to go back to his final words to me.