It’s been 4 months since I’ve seen you. A mere shell of what you used to be. I remember when you used to take care of me, put up with my craziness. You were one of the reasons why I knew how to read at a very young age. You saved word puzzles for me from Liwayway magazine and wouldn’t let anyone use it because you know that everytime we come and visit i’d always bury my head and play with those things. There was never a time that I’ve seen you not reading a book. One time I asked you what you were reading, as you were showing the book to me, a picture of Lolo fell, you reached for it and jokingly said … oops it’s my boyfriend. I’m sure he’s very happy that you are with him after over 10 years of being apart from each other. What a reunion that must be.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be by your side during those times that you needed someone. I’m happy you got the chance to meet my wife and my daughter, know that Emma has probably as much spunk as you when you were growing up. I still have so many things to say but I just can’t seem to find the right words. I try so hard to remember every single detail of who you are and what you were but my mind is just keeping all those memories away from me. I guess this is goodbye.
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Mildred Rivera Kiunisala-Ababa
July 21, 1915 – February 9, 2008
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