too when I left the Philippines that the next time I see her would be her funeral.

I saw mom in her final resting place. When I got there I asked everybody to leave the room and not be be disturbed. I did not cry at that time. I hold her "cold hand" who nurtured me with love and affection. We spoke without a word in "deep silence".

Reading your post brings "fresh" memories of mom. This is one post I enjoyed reading and will remember for a long time.

Thank you.

Leonidas