I think it's a very difficult thing to lose your mom. At least, for me, it was. She was my only connection to my Filipino heritage and to be honest, I never wanted to lose her. In truth, this past 7 years since her death, everything I have done has been for her for one reason or another. Mom never left my side. It was her love for me that made me who I am today, and because of her I dream Big. She dreamed Big. And everything she did, was Big. I remember the way she would switch from English to Tagalog and back, and joke about almost everything, (especially grown-up humor :) ). My mom was a huge flirt, the Best cook, a spectacular giver, and a very loving grandma and mom. I admire her, and wish I could be like her and then some if life allowed. I am writing this to help someone who maybe misses their mom too. Because I know that you have many days where a piece of you seems to be gone. My whole life and existence is lost without her. I spend my life searching for her love again....
My mother was born and raised in Manila, Philippines. She told me that growing up there was very hard for her, and so she did not want to teach me the language when I was a child. Therefore, we never visited the country, and I grew up in America, always wondering about that other side of my heritage. Unfortunately, my mother passed away in 2010, leaving me petrified. I love my mother but I always felt that she was my only connection to the other side of who I am, which is half Filipino. This blog is a sort of chronicle as I study the culture and language of the Philippines, and how it relates to me, my mom, and my family. There is a lot to be known about the country, and I am interested in learning about it, and sharing it with whoever would like to do the same. Now keep in mind, my Tagalog (Filipino) is limited. I want to learn some of that too. Eventually, if I can, I'd like to visit there. But for now, as I have followed in my family's heritage and had a lot of childre...