The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain

Dear Nanay

Dear Nanay,

I’ve brought out and worn my reds, and it feels a little bit like I’m leaving you behind. The normalcy of having all my colors is a bit disappointing.

I read this week that grief never ends, and I want to agree. There are days when it’s harder, and some days when it’s easier, but grief is grief any way you cut it.

Christmas, our second one without you is coming up. I miss you not singing at mass. I miss your sassiness. I have so much regrets not being able to take on your recipes in the kitchen.

But I guess this isn’t what you raises us all for. We are here to love each other and support one another. And we’re trying. Doing the best we can.

How is it up there?

I miss you.

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