I'd like to remember Nanay the way she was before her stroke.  She was a woman always on the go, with the energy of a 30-year-old.  People always thought her younger than her years.  She was involved with a lot of stuff.  She was active in our parish and served as our only lay delegate to the diocesan synod.  She was the Vice-President of her alumni association.  She never said no to assignments to head committees or lead prayer meetings in BLD.  As a teacher, she shared her expertise with students in both the undergrad and graduate levels.  She was a strict and demanding teacher.  But what she demanded from her students, she also demanded from herself.  She challenged her students to test their limits, to never be satisfied with mediocrity, and to reach for their dreams. 

As a mother, she gave the best to her children.  Even with limited finances, she made sure we got the best education.  She took us on trips to widen our horizons and make us aware of a world beyond that with which we are familiar.  She took care of us in every aspect – even cleaning our rooms and fixing our closets when we were old enough to do it ourselves.  She pushed us, encouraged us, and helped us to realize our full potentials.  She was everything a mother could be – and more. 

Nanay before her stroke was an excellent school administrator, an accomplished teacher, a good writer, an eloquent speaker, a loving wife, a supportive mother, a doting grandmother.   

That's the Nanay I want to preserve in my memory.