It was exactly a year ago at around this time when we lost you. It was mama who broke the news to me a few minutes after you past away.
Last week I visited your final resting place and lit you candles. We miss you. I miss you. I miss your face at the airport when I arrive from Manila. I miss the way you would hold my face in your hands and give me a kiss.
I know that since a week ago you’ve been nearby. The dogs howl. My 4-year-old niece even saw you one time.
You must now have seen your youngest apo. You never got to see her. You died 6 months before she was born.
She’s a big girl. And she has your hair. And the shape at the back of you head.
I was the one who gave her her name. I named her after you. It’s a beautiful name.
I hope you’re happy now Ma T.
I wish I was able to say goodbye.
I love you.