REMEMBERING MOMMY: Death ends a life, not a relationship

It has been 13 years since the passing of my mother, Maria Gorretti de los Reyes Mariano. I was still seven years old when I lost her to lung cancer but memories of her will always linger around me. Right now, on her 13th death anniversary, we are now in New York with her mother, sister, brother-in-law, and nieces. Stories about her keep me reminding how unique and fun-to-be-with my mother is. I know she is up in heaven, smiling down on us.

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Mommy with the Easter Bunny in New York

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Oh, Daddy still looks thin here. Haha!

269730_2195568526727_8087908_n This one was taken after a dinner at Hotel del Rio

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Mommy celebrating Christmas with Daddy and her family

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This one was taken at the play ground of the plaza in Calinog, Ilo-ilo.

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I love Mommy’s wardrobe. Haha!

36895_1327631711268_5286440_n Here we are helping Mommy in blowing her cake

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Tita Malou gave us a visit 🙂

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This is Mommy with Nanay (my grandmother).

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28271_1327632991300_5296821_nOh, ice cream time!

28271_1327633031301_286453_nThis is our last family photo.

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She’ll always be remembered in our hearts.

 

11 thoughts on “REMEMBERING MOMMY: Death ends a life, not a relationship

  1. I cried when I read this post. I too lost my mother to cancer when I was seven years old.
    I love the photo of the three of you eating ice cream! So precious!

    • I lost her when I was seven years old and to cancer, too. I guess the memories with our mothers are not a lot but it is all worth remembering. Things happen for a reason and I believe that it is according to God’s plan. Maybe, God made it that way to end their pain and suffering due to cancer.

    • Hello, fellow isko. Yes. Basically, I grew up in Ilo-ilo city. I lived there till I’m 7 years old but I still visit ilo-ilo whenever I have a chance. When I’m back in Manila, I’ll fly to Ilo-ilo and ride a bus to boracay! Haha. It’s nice meeting a fellow isko here who happens also to be an ilonggo. Cheers! 🙂

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  3. I was touched by This tribute to your mother! She must have been a wonderful mother, for her daughter to think so highly of her! I think it’s great that everyone has helped in keeping her memory alive in your heart! Thank you for sharing! May God bless you, my dear Isabela!

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