The sister of my grandmother, Mommy Bic (as we fondly call her), passed away at dawn today.
Mommy Bic was like my second grandmother here in CDO. I grew up going over her house, watching Sound of Music on their Betamax, eating iced Milo with condensed milk in her kitchen and playing Aerofighters in her home. Her husband, Daddy Lee, was a simple man with a huge heart. He had a booming voice that makes me think of a general (even though he was not one). He made it a rule that we speak only English in his home and this one rule pervailed throughout my childhood. We all followed it so you can hear us playing patintero or hide and seek in English.
Mee-mee is also a tower of strength for our family. She was always present during times when death was at my family’s door. We all look up to her in so many ways. She kept her slender figure and she was always kind to everyone. She makes it a point that in everything she does, you are made comfortable in her presence.
The last time I was with her was on my birthday. We took pictures of her Christmas trees and belen. Heaven loved being around her as much as I did. She is not one to hold back compliments. She will always tell you how good you looked and how much she liked that you came to visit.
I miss her. We all do. Saying goodbye to someone who meant so much to you is really difficult. Letting go of them is a painful experience. However, the reality of it all is that she’s now in a better place. Most likely, happier than she has ever been because she’s with her love, Daddy Lee and all her sisters in heaven.
For a life lived well, thank you for everything, Mommy Bic.