Mama had this “manto” or veil over her head and this cord on her waist being an active CWL or Catholic Women’s Leaguer. Her trademark was a clutch bag and a white hankerchief in her hand. After the mass, we board the vehicle. Papa would get into the driver seat, all of us siblings settled in the car, Mama being the last to board but would not be able to get in right away because she would find her friends and start a long conversation. After 30 minutes of “chika”, we siblings would have a slight relief because side B of the long playing album is about to commence. This will take at least an hour. She loved to talk. And thats what makes her so lovable!
For me, she is not gone. She is in each breath I take. She is in every step I take. She is in my failures and successes. She is integrated inside me. Knowing this I can accept her passing. I am relieved that her suffering is at an end and enjoying her sweet fellowship with our Creator.