|Ate Marife with my son Aaron|
She should be celebrating her 50th today. She must have been excited to be called golden girl.
|Mama with my son Rhyss|
My Mom, whose life was taken away by somebody I do not even know. Where her only desire is for her to travel, dance, and spoil everyone she loves. A doting grandmother who wants to be called Mommy, and the mother that we so much adore. Her quiet strength and demeanor and her willingness to forgive no matter how hurt she may have been, made it easier for me to let go. It's 9 years now, the mastermind still unknown and the gunman eventually died in jail. But her voice still echoes, "bay-amon anak ko."
Two women I hold dear. On the same day, my friend's birth and my mom's death. How will I ever forget August 6?