It’s about to be five years since my mom passed away.
We all miss her a lot. I loved chatting with her and hearing about her life. Thanks to the photography and keepsake skills she got from her dad, we have so many cool photos that we can pair with the stories.
Judging from the date she wrote on one of these photos, Linda was in the midst of studying for her college degree in Chemistry, which she later obtained with high honors. She excelled in school. Her mom said she thought she was one of those baby geniuses because she was already doing math at the age of four as she allocated apples. Her mom also said she had to knit extra wide neck widths on sweaters to fit her large toddler head that housed a big brain.
She went to college in a place far from home where, along with her studies, she learned two new languages on top of the two she already spoke fluently. Her parents and four sisters were spread out in different parts of the world. When she left home, she said her dad told her, “When you miss us, just look up at the Moon and know that we look at the same Moon.”
While she went to school, she worked part-time cleaning houses and later got a job as a bank teller. The bank was at the top of a steep hill. She would effortlessly walk up and down that hill on her daily commute while wearing platform heels. In retrospect, she said she didn’t how she did that but figured it was the gift of youthful feet making sacrifices for the good of the outfit. Haha!
My mom always looked so pretty. She wasn’t conceited. She had an inoffensive confidence that encouraged others to be themselves.
I’m someone who has a hard time making moves and I remember just watching her in awe as she made everyday decisions, whether it was putting on a pair of clip-on earrings, trying a new shade of lipstick, picking a new song to sing on karaoke, getting out on the dance floor, riding a roller coaster, or dressing up for Halloween.
Her prowess in her decisiveness was also guided by the demands of time, or lack thereof. She was always busy. Despite her science degree, she worked a lot outside of the discipline and landed in an accounting career, which she enriched with classes. She started in a Customer Service role and eventually earned the position of Controller in the company she worked at for many years.
So much of her time was spent working, commuting, taking care of us and the older and younger generations, maintaining the structure of the entire household, keeping in touch with family and friends, and truly caring and inquiring about what was going on in our lives. She was and is an inspiration.
She lit us all up with her bright shine. We’re all lucky she was in our lives at all, to have had her as a parent is genuine fortune. I’m so thankful that there was time in adulthood where we could just kick it, eat good food, watch tv, and talk about the kids and life together.
As we experience grief on global and personal levels, I’m still learning how to tend to my grief in a way where the sorrow informs rather than festers. I think we all are.
I appreciate being able to see my mom in my sisters as they raise their children with the same warmth that she gave us, in my nieces and nephew who are awesome individuals that speak of their PoPo with such sweet spontaneity, in all of my aunties’ eyes as they smile, in the memories and stories our family and friends share with us, and, funnily enough, my left index finger. I used to hold it up next to hers because I felt they looked the same.
We love you and miss you, Mommy. Thank you for everything. May you enjoy well-deserved eternal peace.