A prologue to my eulogy.

I sit here staring at the computer, my sister Grace told me over viber that my brother Gie would skip my eulogy, because he didn’t like the melancholic tone. So, in a last ditch effort to be part of my Mommy’s Celebration of Life Viewing, I am attempting to draft another…

Sigh! What fun moment do you want me to tell you guys, that we all shrieked when one time, Mommy was spring cleaning, and she emptied the huge jar she bought from a Muslim peddler, an intricately designed piece of pottery that everybody used as garbage bin, and in order for Mommy to clean the bottom, she has to stretch her arm in, and as she did that time, she spoke in her usual loud voice “Ano ba itong malambot na ito?” or :”What is this soft thing?”, and when she put it out, it was a 3-inch dead mouse! Imagine the pandemonium.

Okay. I concede. So, I watched Mommy’s video again, and was sort of asking her to help me write what she would want me to tell about her. And as I watched the photographs, there was Mommy smiling all the time. As if sadness was not a part of her. My brother Gie is right. Mommy loved life. When there was a problem, she never wallowed. She solved it.

Mommy was a positive person. From the vestiges of the second world war, a deprived childhood, she gracefully emerged the congenial and gregarious young lady, winsome  and forever smiling. She made many friends, and kept them in her heart. Her treasure.

Mommy enhanced her clerical skills. Yes, Mommy was a topnotch secretary. And we are not referring here just about that undecipherable stenography and super speed, error free typing, Mommy was editor par excellence. The admirals and commodores that were her bosses at the Fuel Department of US Naval Supply Depot were bullish. They had a one-woman package deal commanding the Seventh Fleet. If not for Mommy, communications would have been faulty. Ha ha. But that is true. She was the only one person not in uniform who was allowed to press the red button, in case of emergency.

Mommy was punctual. One morning, I woke up and the sunlight already lit the room. I saw Mommy dashing, and when I asked why she was in a hurry. she answered. “If I don’t catch the shuttle, it would be some six kilometer walk.”  That was why she was never tardy.

Mommy was gracious. Every Christmas, she would fill our long rectangular dining table with bountiful food. Kare-kare was our main dish. So, the night before Christmas, I was pounding peanuts and roasted rice.

Mommy was benevolent. When Metro Manila was drowned in a deluge that was Ondoy, Mommy mobilized me to get through mountains of piled trash to check relatives and friends, and extend to them her humble aid. At the end of my ordeal, Mommy did not ask if I was okay, she wanted to know if the recipients were better. I said yes, and she ordered me to check on them again.

That was Mommy in a nutshell. A cheerful giver. Her friends and family could attest more about her generosity and kindness, the true mark of a Christian.

But please, Gie, could you make this a prologue, and still read my previous text.