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Dear friends: At around 10:56pm, 8th December 2020, on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, my dear mother, 81yo, mother of two, grandma of 3, +Elizabeth A. Araña, was called by the Lord into His Heavenly Kingdom. We all pray for the eternal repose of her soul and comfort and peace to us and the whole family.
Salamat po sa inyong virtual na pakikiramay.
Circa 1939 her birth year at Naga, Bicolandia
Pre WWII she experienced at a young age the Japanese war.
Circa 1960, works at Vetsin factory at Ongpin
She obtained Civil Service eligibility
1967-68 met Jimmy (a local from Legaspi Albay) through common friends in Manila and married January 31, 1968
Late 1970s insurance agent freelancer Philamlife
Early 1980 to early 1990s real estate freelancer agent
About 1971 gotten their first house and lot at Angono, Rizal
She washed our clothes with bare hands (no washing machines yet). You can see the mark of it in her hands all these years. She carried handmade rags to be sold from Divisoria to other markets like Baclaran.
She was a devotee of Our Lady of Perpetual Help.
She was frequently being petty theft by thieves by blade-slashing her bags because she carries many bags of goods ("paninda").
She was never hospitalised until last 8th Dec and her CS (Cesarean section) birth-giving days.
She and Dad had continuously serving in churches e.g. Rosario, and more recently at SM Megamall chapel, RCAM - Chapel of the Eucharistic Lord, with Monsignor Bong Lu.
She was quite strict, a disciplinarian, always longing for that love she'd always seen secretly from her Papa for her Mama (just bringing home 'pansit' (a local noodle comfort food) and eating home together just the two of them); that makes her smile.
She could live $3 a day. (USD1 : Php55)
She didn't smoke. Didn't drink. Her only past time: movies.
She took care of herself as we're all boys.
She's ahead of her time.
She brings out the best that you can be.
She took the good times. She'd take the bad times.
She loved us so dearly and surely her grandchildren individually.
She prepared for herself and her hubby's last things' arrangements.
What she wanted, she would always tell us, is to be remembered on her every birthday and every All Saint's Day.
She treasured eating kákánin: Puto, Bibingka (as her mother used to sell Bicol days walking shouting selling kakanin), Sumân, Gatá, chili viands, more on fish and veggies and not on meat. She liked tea over coffee. We're missing you Ma already.
I know & believe, somehow, you're in good hands Ma up there with the Lord and the saints and angels. I'll miss the year 2019 where most of our driving with Dad onto different churches every Sunday when I was visiting in Manila. I think it was almost 6 months. Then the pandemic happened (January 2020--). I'd miss listening to old music with you and Dad onto our Bose and most of the time inside the stylish Juke sounds in-car from Kuyá's.
I will surely miss our togetherness when I was in my grade school. I do hope you won't be mad of me giving it all up.
Anyone who lost a loved one can relate. Somehow, I now know the thought of aiming heaven accompanied with the hurt of losing a loved one. That one's time on earth has an end. Making the most of it with more of love, less of hate and revenge; more of giving good food, and less of eating too much for myself's delight; more to forgive and less in wasting effort and time being angry and not-forgiving. I know I will never live life this way again after losing you, Ma.
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