Disregard the horrible asthma attack in 1999 that made me promise to live each day like it was my last. This is no longer about me especially when the blasted typhoon could almost wipe an entire city in one hour. Or your entire family.
December 17, 2011 – 1:00 a.m
Text message from Pau: Did you talk to your mom yet? Major flood in CDO. City wiped out. I’m calling my mom now. Nobody is answering. Checked Facebook. Nothing from friends.
December 17, 2011 – 1:30 a.m
Talked to mom who narrated the story. She drove our SUV while Dad locked the doors. Water was waist-high. Everyone was asleep was she can’t still shake off the feeling that what if my dad had a heart attack and got stuck in the middle of it all.
Mom rested. Glad everyone is safe. House is submerged in water though.
December 17, 2011 – 3:00 a.m.
Refreshed Facebook and Twitter for news. Horrified at others’ plight. Frustrating that no news came out from the TV Stations. Being helpless does not begin to describe it. Friends and people from all over the world who somehow have a connection in Cagayan show signs of solidarity. Very overwhelming.
Just glad that friends are okay. Our dog Hugo was gone though. He was a gift from my friend Jeff and because he was my first pet, he trained me well – to become a good mom. I hope he still thinks so – wherever he is now. My mom said when the water rose up, he probably floated from his cage and went somewhere else. Bye Hugo. Thank you for the memories.