With the unabated rainfall in the last several days, which has caused massive floods in Metro Manila, our well-ordered schedule has degenerated into chaos.
There is zero internet connection at home, causing communications to go awry; I had to travel all the way to Makati, where I am now, to get wired back to the world. This blog post is eight hours too late!
Then like the heavy water falling from the sky, my text messages consistently pour with unwelcome news. A close, beloved cousin, with no life-threatening disease, suddenly passes on. Another friend succumbs to multiple organ failure. I need to say my final good-byes, rains notwithstanding.
The TV pelts us with grim news of people losing their homes, everything they ever owned, and loved ones.
Classes are suspended; meetings are postponed; appointments are cancelled; everything is at a standstill.
But betwixt and between comes grace.
Son number two, who lives abroad, calls to ask how the floods are affecting us. Son number three, also abroad, calls likewise, concerned over the same thing. Then son number one makes me a steaming cup of cappuccino, complete with authentic froth.
Sons are the sunshine—and God's gift—on a cold, dark, and dreary day of steady rainfall. How can a mother complain?