I loved you first in the winter chills,
When your voice was caught by the wind,
And the first I heard you say my name,
Caught my heart just the same.

I loved you first in moonlit skies,
Coupled with fair and gentle lullabies,
Where everything seemed all too perfect that time,
That if I’d die the next day, all would be just fine.

I loved you once, but all in vain,
The love you had was not the same.
The sweetest notes became knives and flames,
And I am left with no one to blame.

Though it’s all too clear
We’ll just never be,
I loved you once,
And I love you still.

If there was someone who never got tired to take care of me and listen to what I had to say, that someone had always been you. It has been four years and until now I still haven’t gotten over the feeling of grief. Every now and then I keep going back to those times when we still had you with us and no words can fully describe what I feel inside me when I do.

Today is your 64th birthday and I couldn’t miss you more. I wish you could’ve stayed with us a bit longer, but all the sappiness aside you will always be the greatest grandmother there ever was. I love you, Nanay and I know that I have been blessed to be your granddaughter.