Second Light For my Tita Aldie You were the hush before the dawn, a steady hand that led me on, not mother, yet a guiding flame— and in my heart, you earned that name. You gave and gave, without a pause, your life bent gently to our cause. Your needs came last, though never said— you fed our dreams while yours were bled. You never rushed to cast a stone, but waited, listened, stood alone if truth required it—firm yet kind, you weighed each heart, not just the mind. You held our hurts with quiet grace, with wisdom soft upon your face. You did not speak to simply speak— you heard the cracks before the weak. And in your silence, love would bloom, a patient sun that warmed the room. You saw the best in all you'd see, and drew it forth so quietly. Now silence sits where once you stood, yet in that stillness—something good: a voice that echoes when I pray, a calm that never fades away. You did not birth me, yet you grew a space in me that breathes of you— a second mother, strong and true, whose love still shapes all that I do.

Second Light For my Tita Aldie You were the hush before the dawn, a steady hand that led me on, not mother, yet a guiding flame— and in my heart, you earned that name. You gave and gave, without a pause, your life bent gently to our cause. Your needs came last, though never said— you fed our dreams while yours were bled. You never rushed to cast a stone, but waited, listened, stood alone if truth required it—firm yet kind, you weighed each heart, not just the mind. You held our hurts with quiet grace, with wisdom soft upon your face. You did not speak to simply speak— you heard the cracks before the weak. And in your silence, love would bloom, a patient sun that warmed the room. You saw the best in all you'd see, and drew it forth so quietly. Now silence sits where once you stood, yet in that stillness—something good: a voice that echoes when I pray, a calm that never fades away. You did not birth me, yet you grew a space in me that breathes of you— a second mother, strong and true, whose love still shapes all that I do.

To my dear Tita Aldie, who moved through life with grace, There are people who pass through this world with noise and commotion—loud, brilliant flashes that burn brightly and quickly fade. But you were something different. You were steady water—calm, deep, and quietly powerful. You never sought to draw attention to yourself. You didn’t need to. With every act of kindness, every moment you gave of yourself without hesitation, you created ripples. Small at first—gentle gestures, soft encouragements, a hand held in silence. But those ripples grew. You gave love even through distance as though it cost nothing, and yet it meant everything. You cared with the kind of patience that soothed storms. You were generous in the quietest, most sacred way—never asking for anything in return, simply content to offer light where there was once dimness. Now, in your absence, the world feels quieter. A stillness has returned to the waters where you once stood. It hurts, yes. There’s an ache in knowing you’re no longer here to add to the calm. But even as we grieve, we begin to see what remains. Your ripples. They are everywhere. In the kindness passed on to each one in the family. In the steady love carried on by those you lifted. In the warmth and hope left behind in the wake of your life. You are no longer here, but you are not gone—not truly. You live in every gentle echo you set into motion. Thank you so much—for being the calm, for being the start of something good, for leaving us with ripples we will carry forward. Because of you, we are changed. I will miss you. Give Dad a hug for us.

Te... I know .. I was your biggest frustration in life .. though you gave me everything but I just wasted the opportunities and the unconditional love you had given ... But despite everything .. you were still there for me .. you did not give up and still hopes that one day I will be in the right way .. sorry for everything .. I know you are in a good place now . No pain ,no frustrations ,no sufferings and no more heartaches ... You are with mama Yay and ante marivic ... Rest in peace te ... You will always be in our hearts ... Love you te