I saw the date and remembered it was your birthday, then I texted mom and I thought of this picture. I can’t even remember what year you passed, but I remember your birthday. It’s easy, 6 days before mine.

I went to the church in Yerba Buena during my lunch break to light a candle for you. When I got inside they were all lit. I though about blowing one out and relighting it in your honor but I decided against it. There’s probably weird karma involved with something like that. I still left a dollar in the donation stand and thought of you.

I think that’s all the really matters.

I feel bad that I still haven't visited your grave (and Atang's, and Ninang's). Mom advises me against going to the Philippines. She’s always telling me to save my money and that I don’t need to go there. You know how she is, so anti. I'll visit though, eventually

I wish there was an app where I could order someone to leave flowers on your grave and they could send me a photo. That smells like a decent idea. “Millennial overseas grand daughter wanted to give deceased grandmother flowers on her birthday with no one to ask the favor, invented a new app.” Anyways, I wish I could've gotten you flowers.

I miss you today, probably the most than I can remember.

Happy birthday, Inang. Love you.