You never left my heart and mind, your image 15 years ago.. Ma, I never get to say this when you are still here, because you taught me to be strong and not be emotional about things and people, coz you were also raised that way..

"I love you so much, ma." If only you knew how much I wanted to be close to you and tell you about all my adventures and what I wanted.

You are always working night and day to support me and my siblings, coz you are all alone raising 3 kids.

I see all your sacrifices, my 2 eyes who always admire you for being so strong despite all the challenges and hurt you've been through.

And now that I am a mother myself, I am crying because now I know how hard it is to be a mother and a provider all at the same time..

The guilt and heartache that you cannot share with anyone but yourself..

The silent cries in the middle of the night, looking at your kids because you cannot give them a whole family.. I miss you so much.

If only you were here, I could've run to you and hugged you and said how proud I am that you are my mother and how thankful I am for all the sacrifices you've made for us..

I hope you are proud looking at me right now from the heavens.. Happy Mother's Day to you, my mama Lita. I love you so much.

I know today might be tough. It’s Mother’s Day, and the world is celebrating moms, but for you, it’s a reminder of the one you’ve lost. Whatever you’re feeling, sadness, anger, or just that ache in your heart, it’s okay. There’s no “right” way to feel, and your grief is yours to carry however you need to.

Your mom’s love didn’t vanish when she left. It’s still inside you, in the little things she taught you and the memories that pop up when you least expect them. Those moments are her, and they’ll stay with you forever.

So today, take a moment for yourself. Cry if you need to, smile if you remember something funny, or just be still and think of her. There’s no rush to feel “better.” Your grief has its own pace. But please remember, you are loved, and you’re not alone in this.

With love,
From someone who recently lost a mom.

^{Dili lalim ang imong mga sakripisyo,
Para lang kami makakat-on, molahutay, ug mopadayon sa disyo.
Sa among pag-eskwela, imong gihalad ang tanan,}

^{Bisan og kapoy, imong gihuptan ang paglaum, walay kapugnan.}

^{Karon nga kami nagmalampuson sa among tagsa-tagsa ka propesyon,
Imong pagpaningkamot nahimong among inspirasyon.}

^{Daghang salamat, Ma, sa tanang higayon,
Gugma nimo kanunay among giila, hangtod sa kahangturan.}

^{I love you Mama Mila!}

-MJ

Usa kadakong bakakon akong Mama,
Mas daghan siyag adlaw nga mamakak
kesa mutug-an og tinuod sa amoa.

Bakakon akong Mama kay bisan pag bug-at ang trabaho,
Muingon ra'g, “Gaan lang ni, Nak,
Kaw, pagdula lang mo didto.”

Bisan nayukog na sa sigeg panglaba
og pagpanghinlo sa balay,
dili gihapon mawala ang oras para kami maamoma.

Bakakon akong Mama kay bisan naa nay sakit,
dili niya gusto muinom og tambal
kay ang para medisina, sa pagkaon ipalit.

Bisan usahay maglisod nag bakod sayo sa buntag,
mubakod gihapon para kami iyang pamilya
malutoan og pamahaw, init pa gyud sa lamisa.

Bakakon akong Mama kay muingon siya nga okay ra siya,
bisan nakita na namo ang luha sa iyang mga mata.

Musinggit og “Wala ni, kapoy lang ni gamay,”
apan klaro nga dako na kaayo og gibati.

Muana siya nga “Busog na ko,”
bisan klaro nga wala pa siya naka-kaon,
kay mas importante para niya
nga kami tanan busog ug malipayon.

Bakakon akong Mama, pero ang iyang mga bakak,
dili aron among limbungan,
kundili aron among mabati nga anaa gihapon ang kalinaw,
bisan pa sa kagubot nga iyang gitago sa iyang dughan.

Ug hangtod karon,
makapakatawa siya bisag kapoy,
makapanabang siya bisag walay ikahatag,
makapadayon siya bisag ang lawas gustong mopahuway.

Akong Mama nga bakakon,
ang pinakatinood nga tawo sa akong kinabuhi—
kay ang iyang bakak, puno sa gugma,
ug walay sukod nga pagmahal nga walay kapuli.

Nanay bangun kana please, kaya na kitang ipagluto ng paborito mo Kaya ko nang bilhin mga gusto mo na hindi mo kayang bilhin dati at higit sa lahat gusto kana makilala ng mga Apo mo.

Pasensya na kung hindi ako naging perpektong anak. Sorry hindi ko nasabi noong sa MAHAL kita. Ikaw kasi inunahan mo ako. Ngayun alam ko kahit anung iyak ko kahit anung panalangin ko sa Ama alam ko na hindi ko na kayang ibalik ang buhay mo na kahit na mag lasin ako hindi ka maibabalik saakin. Tunay nga na kailangan sulitin ng isang anak ang pag mamahal ng isang ina habang buhay pa ito.

Alzen "ASH" Mariñas

Thank you for your wisdom and love. I love you

Salamat Ma I pray that the Almighty Father in Heaven Bless you more!! love Ting

Recently, we have faced significant challenges, as she was diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer. This news has been difficult for all of us, but it has also highlighted the incredible strength and courage she possesses. Throughout her life, she has shown us how to navigate struggles with grace, and now it’s our turn to support her in this fight. "Kami nasad ma"

My deepest wish for my mama is for her to enjoy a long, healthy life filled with joy and peace. I pray that God showers her with blessings, comfort, and healing during this challenging time.

She deserves all the love and happiness in the world, and I am committed to being there for her, just as she has always been there for us.

Aira "Ey" Albacite

I hope not.

I hope in another life, I am never born, and you are never burdened with being a mother.

Your pain won't bleed into mine, and I won't spend a lifetime trying to heal what you couldn't.

In another life, I hope you got everything you ever wanted, accomplished the dreams that were taken from you. In another life, I hope you are loved the way you deserve to be loved.

Even if it means I don't exist.

As much as I would love to say thank you, I appreciate, I was lucky and sorry today, I know that it's already too late for me to say it. It would be hypocritical for me to say that and post it here with the aim to have my mother hear it while I should have said those things even before she started suffering with her sickness.

Instead of a message solely for my mother, though I continue to speak to her at her grave, I want to share something with all of you reading this. Rather than an act that feels ultimately solitary, let me direct my Mother's Day message to you.

It is a well-worn sentiment to say, "tell your mother how much you love her, cherish her, value her while she is alive," but please take this to heart, drawn from my own experience: the truest pain and profoundest loss will be felt when you lose your mother. The regret of not expressing your appreciation will far outweigh any current reluctance you might feel. Once she is gone, you will no longer have the solace of knowing that she hears your words, that your expressions of love are real and significant to her.

Please, never fail to make her feel your care, even when she seems resistant to your logical advice. Her occasional stubbornness is often rooted in pride, and it can be difficult for a mother to accept correction from her children. Be patient. Sometimes, a mother may perceive your guidance as a sign that you no longer need her watchful care. Remember, your mother's lifetime of experience in guiding you far surpasses your own.

Be grateful for every joke, every small talk, every request, every suggestion she offers. Even when they seem contrary to your desires, always remember the sacrifices she made to ensure you had what you needed to become the person you are today. These small interactions make her feel connected to your life, a vital part of it, especially knowing you will eventually have your own family and independent life. The time you spend in casual, sister-like conversations reassures her of your love. Remember the countless hours she spent engaging with you as a baby, nurturing your growth.

In Islam, the mother's status is ranked first, then second, then third, before the father. The immeasurable contribution she has made to your life can never be repaid by simply dismissing her because you are tired, annoyed, or even proud of your achievements. Beware: the consequence of such dismissal may be the profound loss you feel when she is no longer able to hear you. Whenever I visit my mother's grave, I speak of my fortune in having her as my "Inatay" (mother), of her goodness, and of my gratitude to God for making her my mother. But the stark reality eventually returns: she cannot hear me from six feet below. Every visit ends in tears.

Please, take this opportunity to tell your mothers you love them, in person. Express the same affection you might share in a public Mother's Day post, directly to her. Hug them the tightest you can once you go home and meet them and kiss their forehead because they deserve it

PS: definitely crying while writing this.

- Carlos "Caius" Garcia, Remitly