Not mine, though how many times have I lived through my own death anniversary, not knowing which day of the year in WILL be. But for the mother of a friend who also became a friend, for Vicenta Bonoan, 97 years young, fare thee well. I was privileged to have known you, such a fit and successful survivor, one who read the news and watched tv and had all her wits about her until she fell asleep and died. (And who may well have climbed Mount Pulag Peak way back in the 1920s!)
May we all live, and die, so well...
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