In Loving Memory of Our Mother — Our Hero, Our Heart, Our Home

Please help us give her the peaceful farewell she deserves.

Our mom’s life is the kind of story that breaks you and inspires you at the same time — a story of a woman who started with nothing but gave everything.

She was born in a squatter’s area, the eldest of five, carrying responsibilities far beyond her years. As a child, she shouted in the streets selling vegetables, learned to tailor clothes, raised pigs and chickens — anything to help her family survive. She sacrificed her childhood so her siblings could finish school. And through sheer determination, she finished school herself and became a school principal at a young age.

She wasn’t just a principal.

She was a mother to everyone who needed one — students, teachers, strangers, families, entire communities. She rebuilt schools, fed children who had no food, supported families who had no one, and gave hope where there was none.

She lived her entire life giving.

She lived her entire life loving.

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Her Three-Year Battle for Life

In August 2022, just five days after her birthday, she was rushed to the ER with unbearable pain. After months of fainting and hiding her suffering from us, the truth finally came:

Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer.

Already spreading. Already stealing time. Already breaking our hearts before we even knew it.

But the cancer wasn’t the only battle.

Over the years, she endured:

• Diabetes

• Atrial fibrillation

• Pneumonia, over and over

• A teeth infection that weakened her entire body

• Cerebral palsy

• A brain hemorrhage that almost took her away

• Cardiac arrest, where God gave her back to us for a little more time

She lost her hair.

She lost her strength.

She lost her ability to swallow.

She lost her ability to speak.

But she never lost her spirit.

Even when her skin turned yellow, even when her nails bled and turned black, even when her body shrank to almost nothing… she still tried. She tried to smile for us. Tried to laugh. Tried to stay alive. Her last clear word — “ayayu” (I love you) — was her final gift to us.

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Her Final Moments

On November 19, her eyes stayed half-open, her pupils fixed upward. She wasn’t awake — she was slipping away. Her breathing turned into a rattling struggle. Her shoulders lifted with every forced breath. Tears kept forming in her eyes, as if she was fighting one more time.

We held her hand and whispered, “You can rest now… you’ve done enough. You’ve loved more than enough.”

At 1:00 AM on November 20, while we stepped away for less than five minutes, she took her final breath. When we checked her heartbeat, her pulse, her chest… there was nothing.

The hospice nurse arrived and confirmed it:

“She’s gone.”

Just like that, the world lost a hero.

And we lost the woman who was our whole life.

Why We’re Asking for Help

The truth is… years of medical emergencies, hospital visits, surgeries, medications, hospice care, and months of being unable to work have left us financially struggling.

We want to give our mom a funeral that honors her life — a life full of sacrifice, generosity, and unconditional love.

A peaceful farewell.

A dignified rest.

A final “thank you” for the woman who gave us everything she had.

If you can help — even a small amount — it means more to us than words can express.

If you can’t donate, sharing this story is already a blessing.

Thank you for reading our mother’s story.

Thank you for helping us honor her.

Thank you for keeping her love alive.

From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.