A Quiet Place

My aunt passed away yesterday. I will always remember her for her regal stature — the kind of quiet strength that drew respect without ever demanding it. To me, she moved through life with a calm certainty, knowing what she wanted and taking each step toward it with purpose.  But family always came first.

In her, I often saw reflections of La — that same grace. Just like La, I somehow thought she would live forever.

I didn’t see her often, but the internet has a way of shrinking distances. Through my cousins, I would send my hugs and kisses — small reminders of love that reached across the kilometers.

Rest peacefully, Tita Rit.
We love you, and we will miss you.
Say hi to Ma & La. I miss them too.