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A question is a question and forever a question

I was the last child of my mother, she died when I was a baby at the age of 40. Being motherless and with other 9 siblings to contend with ,ain't no fun.  People, successful or the opposite of what a succes should be are often asked, would you change the story of your life  if you are given the chance? Answer of  course would be relative, who would want to be a hobo all their lives; Bill Gates will say no, I am betting my last dollar on it. 

After ruminating the events that had transpired from the day I saw the daylight (not even sure if I was born on daytime or at night) to where I am right now (a happy married life, good health, loving family and friends; and a demanding cat) there is only one thing I would change.

I wish my mother had not died young.  But I believe there is no such thing as untimely death. If its your time its your time, no ifs and buts.  My siblings and I often wonder the scenario if Nanay is alive. What would she look like at old age, will the direction of our lives be different from what we have at the present? Will she be a doting grandmother considering she was a disciplinarian when she was alive?

These are some of the questions that we, her children will not ever have the answer.  Come to think of it, my mother's premature passing irrevocably changed the lives of her 10 children and her husband. My father remained true to my mother till the day he died. 

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  1. How lovely written Adel!! I feel for you!! Aling Sol also lost her mother while giving birth to her! The good Lord thru your Nanay too watched over you and your 9 siblings plus the nephews and nieces!!! I am proud to be your friend!!! lovely!!!
    Jasmin

    (napansin mo ba dami kong binabasa today na blogs mo? heheheh...may time!!)

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  2. Adel, rest assured. You have your Nanay in a different environment, cultural ethnicity, and nationality from your original, but God has offered, through your husband, someone who is lovingly willing to "stand in" as long as she can. She has done this for so many, so I believe that by your having been the baby, she (Mom) would love to have you think of her as someone whom you can talk to or receive motherly warmth and understanding from, whenever you like.

    You are a strong lady, and I admire that about you. I also admire, and am thankful that you have made my brother the happiest I've seen him for a very long time. It's not easy finding love, AND, happiness. I hope that I have said this the way I hope you will receive it. I mean it with all goodness in my heart.

    Love,

    Carliss

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