Time of Loss

I was greeted virtually by an old kababata friend. Like the usual response, I said I miss the old timed and if it wasn't much trouble, I would like my greetings to be extended to his Mother whom I considered as my second Mom. He replied the next day saying that he was glad to hear from me again -- and as it seems, I wasn't informed that his mother, Mommy Baby, died two years ago from aneurism.

My reaction was unclear: I felt sorry for the loss, and memories of my childhood with Mommy Baby flooded me: baked birthday cakes, cigarette smoke inside the house, Mt. Pinatubo with her shouting in panic and her constant teasing about my butotoy. But what struck me worst was the idea that we lost her two years ago.

Until now, I can't find the strength to tell my mother that her best friend is already gone. But I guess Jody is right saying that my mama is a strong woman -- and it will be peaceful and righteous to tell her so that she can include Mommy in her prayers.