Goodbye, Ninang

You were like a second Mom to me. And even though you’re not really my godmother, you let me call you Ninang and did a perfect job being one. I met you because of your daughter who willingly shared you with us (Mike and me). And it pains not to be able to share to you our daughter.

I wanted to personally thank you for every little thing you’ve done for me. You bought polvoron a couple of times from me not knowing what to do with them just to help me. Every time you hit the mall you visited me in my counter station and leave the change behind although I had to remind you a lot of times that we cannot accept money during our duty. You treated me and Mike as your own daughter and son and when Mike and I broke up many times, you would still say that you’d still be our Ninang no matter what.

Ninang, Mike and I never got married but we’re still together and I want to thank you for believing in us and giving your blessing. You have seen our ups and downs and every time you were there listening to my rants about him and opening your doors for us when we’re hungry, sad and lost.

I hate myself for procrastinating big time. We had put off our plans to visit you numerous times and now I don’t know if I still have the guts  to visit you now that you won’t be able to appreciate it. I know it’s very unfair that I would be able to make time now that you’re not here anymore. I have issues with myself regarding that and to everyone else how come people are able to visit the dead more often than the ones living. And that stops me from going to you now.