Remembering

Once again its that time of the year. I woke up at 2 in the afternoon vaguely remembering that today was mothers' day.

Oh yeah, mom, its your day today! But, because the Villegas household is motherless, there was no celebration today. In fact, I was home alone for most of the day, while "Happy mothers' day" messages were being sent to me. (As much as I'd like to think that those greetings being sent to me were due to people's insensitivity, it took too much effort to get riled up all about it, so I just let it pass. Hahaha.)

But I couldn't let the day pass without some sort of tribute. My mom may be gone physically, but it doesn't mean I don't love and don't remember her every single day.

So, here's for you, mama.

December 1986, at the Recto St., Villamor house

1989, wedding reception at the old Sheraton Hotel

1990 nursery graduation

1990, in the ship to Cebu

1998, Tita Adora's backyard in SanFo

2003, Singapore

2004, our last trip to Baguio together

You will forever be my best travel buddy. Even before I discovered my love for exploring different places and different scenes, you already brought me to the places I now want to go back to. Too bad there were no digicams back then, and too bad you weren't much of a camera person. I now realize that too many moments between the both of us were left uncaptured.

I'm scared that when I grow old, I might forget all the small things we shared. We had such a short time together -- just 18 years. And 7 out of those 18 years we had, you were sick. I want to remember all those years together; I want to still remember each and every detail about you, both the fun and the bad times.

I love you, Mom. I miss you everyday, and I'll miss you every single day until forever.


And here's for you, Yaya. Thank you for the 22 years of love and care. You are and will always be my second mother, and I love you for that. :)