Today, the blustering cold accompanied by abundant flurries, marks the 100th birthday of Mamang. I went to church, then proceeded to the cemetery to say a prayer for Mamang. The sun was trying to peek from the darkening clouds. I diligently cleaned up the plot where my Mamang and Tatay are buried. Cleaning the leftover mud from the winter season, I jokingly said: Ni, ag-is-snow met iti nag-pigsa tatta birthday mo, Mamang!!! I managed to clean up a bit, removing the winter wreath that was in place since the beginning of November. I cut the grass around the marker stone, washed and sprayed it with Armour All for the shine. I rinsed the vase from the winter grime, and put the flower offerings for Mamang's birthday.
The flowers stood upright and swayed with the winds, joining me in wishing Mamang:
A HAPPY 100th BIRTHDAY !!!
I did remember her birthday; and I said a prayer for her and Tatay before I went to bed.
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