I can’t believe it’s been a month since Karlo passed away. Sometimes I still feel pretty raw about it, like it just happened last week. Other days feel normal, or as close to the norm that I got used to since he moved out. To be honest, I don’t want to dwell on it, but the images of my most traumatic experience tend to sneak into my mind from time to time. It’s good that I’ve gone back to work — I at least have an excuse for pushing those images away. Karlo was the kind of person who lived under the banner of avoidance. He didn’t have the heart for addressing difficult issues, but I was Miss We-Need-To-Talk (he probably felt like having a heart attack whenever I said those words) because I’ve always thought that wounds needed to be exposed to heal properly, rather than leaving them to fester under wraps. I think I’m ready to rip the bandage off of this one.
April 21 was a Tuesday. I had to work the previous Saturday, so I traded it in for Tuesday. I excitedly told the girls that I didn’t have work that day, and we made a list of things that we were going to do together. We decided on salon kikay time, and I pulled all the stops – we brought out my hairdryer, giant roller brushes, nice makeup palettes, the works! I gave them a bath earlier than usual so that I can dry and style their hair. They picked nice dresses to wear and were going to put on a show for Karlo, their default audience-slash-#1 fan. The girls had just gotten into Steven Universe, and they were so busy memorizing the words to the different songs. They were so excited and Mikaela shouted, “This is going to be the best day ever!”
Meanwhile, I could tell Karlo wasn’t feeling okay. I took a break from the kids and sat next to him while he typed on his computer. I cheerfully told him that I was off work that day, so I had all the time to go over his slides and answer questions, provide a second opinion, whatever he needed. I only had a meeting at 5PM, but I was free the rest of the day.
Then I noticed the look on his face – it wasn’t just work or some other thing. It was the same look that he had on the two previous occasions that he had to be admitted in the psychiatric unit for suicidal intent. I gently prodded him and asked what he was thinking, and that was when we had that “I’m over my peak” conversation. I sort of got what he meant and said that I sometimes feel the same way. I said, “Sometimes, I think I missed my ‘peak’ altogether, having had to stay at home and stuff, you know? And I don’t know if it’s an age thing, but I feel like I don’t want anything for myself anymore, I’m okay here. I’m okay with taking the backseat for those two.”
We both looked at our girls sitting on the bed, holding their lyrics sheets and trying to memorize every word. Karlo rubbed his face with both hands and muttered, “I’ll be fine. I just need to get through today.” I told him I was right there if he needed a break or someone to talk to. He nodded and went back to work. The girls and I proceeded with our kikay activities as planned, and they took turns singing for their Dada. He gave each of them his full attention and complimented them on their performance.
Around 4PM, Karlo left the room and I thought he was going to make some coffee or get something to eat. I checked my email and saw that my meeting was moved to 7PM. I got wiped out from being super extra Mom, so I decided to get some rest. After my meeting, I was a little puzzled that Karlo still hadn’t come up. It was close to dinnertime and I was getting hungry, so I decided to go downstairs.
A heavy knot was beginning to form in my gut, but I tried to ignore it. I noticed that the aircon in the guest room was on, and I thought he might’ve taken a nap there, away from all the ruckus. I carefully opened the door so as not to alarm him, and I immediately freaked out. It only took me a second figure out what happened. I couldn’t think, or maybe I couldn’t stop thinking, I don’t really know. My mind was just a messy tangle of thoughts.
What did you do?! Oh my God, wake up!
I should have checked on him sooner. I should have followed him around. I should have…
Was there anything I could have done?
Call Jun. Call Jun. He’ll know what to do.
How long has it been?
His nails are blue. His color. Oh God, his color.
How can you do this?! I went through hell and high water to get you to a safe place and you bail on me like this?!
I cried, I bargained, I prayed. I was desperate, angry, and panicking at the same time. I felt like my chest was going to explode. “Dear God, please stay by my side, I can’t do this without You,” I prayed silently.
My sister offered to go with the ambulance, but I refused. Adrenals or no adrenals, I was still his wife. I needed to take care of him. I took an extra dose of prednisone and made sure I had backup meds in my bag.
When it was over, I knew I had to call my in-laws. And then I had to tell our kids in the morning. I got home from the ER past 4AM and had to wake up at 7:30 to accompany the people from the funeral home. It was such a long night/day and I was so exhausted. But it was quiet. It was finally quiet. I went out to the balcony and just let it all sink in.
I started talking to Karlo in my mind: “I understand your pain, I always have. I know you were tired of it all. I know you tried your best to do what was right. I wish it didn’t end this way, but I don’t want to hold you back. I forgive you. I’ll figure out how to do this. I’m not going to keep you from finding your peace.” And an image of him floated into my mind – he had this boyish grin that he had when I first visited him at the psych unit. I was a tearful wreck back then, but he smiled that smile as he hugged me and said, “Aww, don’t cry, I’m okay. I’m okay.”
That moment felt tremendously reassuring for me. I took a deep breath and went for a quick shower before heading to bed. As I was falling asleep, I saw his face again, all fresh and happy. I dreamt that he gave me a quick peck on the lips like he used to do when he thanked me for small favors. I jerked awake in surprise but settled back in bed, curling up around Katie.
He’s okay.
He is at peace.
He is free.
Isaiah 58:8-9 —
8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.
9 Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.