|We lost our beloved mom last week. A beautiful, wonderful woman whose smile lit up the room. One whose eyes full of pride and love when you look at your kids and grandchildren.
When you met dad, he was 12, you 8. He remembers patting your head whenever you passed. He's always said he knew from the first day that you were the one. Me, I recall a beautiful young woman who loves your family so much.
Always working and sacrificing to better our lives.
With those beautiful hands you making the most beautiful dresses for my sisters and I. What a talent! It wasn't until my wedding that we saw your true masterpiece. My beautiful wedding dress, it exquisite, when people complemented you. You simply smiled at them and turn to me. I am at awe of you.
My siblings and I remember our shopping excursions to the flea market with our usual stop at the Filipino food truck. Our Black Friday shopping sprees. It drove the boys crazy, especially my brother. Us girls love it. To this day Anna remembers Nana's words, "let's go gala".
This last few years took it's toll on you. Losing your independence, your magical hands, your voice and more, but never your beauty and determination . However, despite it all you kept going. Your courage and bravery shining through knowing no bounds.
I only wish I could be half the woman you are. I will miss you, we all will, especially dad. You are my rock, my hero I am lost without you. We lost more than our mother, we lost our friend. We are all better people to have had you in our lives. We look for the day that we are walking hand, shopping again. GOD got a beautiful angel and will take care of you now.