To my dearest Ninang, my auntie, my second parent in quiet ways 🤍
After my parents left for the Philippines, every time I saw you, it felt like I had a parent here in Guam again. Just being around you brought comfort and reassurance.
Whenever I saw you with Ninong Danny, I never forgot to bless. It was my small way of showing respect and love. Even though we didn’t see each other often, it was always nice being around you. You had a presence that felt familiar and safe.
This photo was taken a year ago. I remember telling you how nice you smelled and how much I loved your perfume. You looked so pleased and happy.
You didn’t smile often, but when you did, it was real. You could feel it—never fake, always genuine.
I will miss you Ninang ko. My one and only Ninang that I knew growing up. Salamat po sa mga ulam na pinapadala ninyo, sa mga pagkain na pinapabalot ninyo tuwing napupunta ako sa inyo. Those small acts meant more than you probably knew.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see you and pay my respects one last time, but please know that you will always be in my heart, Ninang Azon.
You will always be remembered and loved. 🤍