It was nice meeting Tita Elinor..very briefly. I'm so sad to learn about this. I was looking for how I could contact her today...as I was browsing through the pages of my 2010 planner where she wrote down her address and phone number when we met on February 10, 2010. It was probably less than 15mins of a conversation with her, but even with just that, I felt very comfortable.


 Nell is the youngest of the four (4) girls of the six (6) siblings of Remedioz Florendo and Segismundo Huliganga Family.  As a young girl, she was vibrant, full of life, and dared to do things that we could not with our fear and shyness.  Whenever we had visitors, our mama, Lola Remedios, would ask us to dance, render a song, or recite a poem, and she would volunteer immediately, thus saving us the trouble of shying away.  Naturally, she received the prize, a few pesos or coins, and the praises and admiration for her different talents.
 
 During her grade school days, she won champion of the regionals oratorical contest in Oroquieta City.  That meant the whole district of Misamis Occidental and Zamboanga del Norte.  At that time, the city government joined the National implementation of the student governing council to operate the city.  She was only in grade school but the faculty chose and approved her candidacy to run for councilor in spite of the fact that other contenders were high school students from public and private schools.  When she was elected as one of the city councilors, we, the whole family, were so proud.  All of us accepted the feeling of superiority as talented members of the Huliganga clan.

 In college, she, like her brothers and sisters, studied in Diliman, Quezon City University of the Philippines.  Her decision, however, to continue her dream of becoming a doctor after her basic four years in medicine, was encouraged by us to transfer to another school rather than undergo the inevitable sacrifice and hardship at the Philippine General Hospital in Pasay City.  She continued her medical studies at the University of the East, RM.  Arthur was one of her patients at UERM Hospital.  He was a business man, mature and full of love.  One day, Nell and Arthur arrived at our house in Ozamis City.  Still wearing her hospital uniform, she asked my opinion on Arthur becoming her man of shining armor.  Armi, one of my kids, was so amazed to see a foreigner in the house.  She hugged him and entertained him during the whole duration of there few hours stay.  That same day, both went to go to Cebu City and meet our eldest sister, Joy.

 God gave the couple few years together and delivered forth their only child, Richard.  When Arthur died, my parents decided to bring Nell and Richie to America.  Her profession as a medical employee in the USA hospitals stimulated her love for people and earnest concern for the suffering of patients.  She told me many hospital incidents and, bearing smile, achievements paid by the many hospital commendation from her patients.  Her co-employees asked her the secret to the many letters she received from her patients.  The answer was simple – love for her patients.  Her generosity and love and unselfish concern for other people extended beyond family members, even though she was a prankster and would tell you, outright, the truth – painful or not.

 God's plan shows how much He loves her...and...finally, He took her.  Our hope and trust in Jesus' promise of love...may her soul rest in peace in the consoling arms of our Savior.

Mam Elinor,thank you for your kindness.We will never forget you

It was very difficult to hear the news that my dear childhood friend Elinor is no longer with us.  I knew her from grade school in the Philippines.  We lived nearby and I remember always wanting to drop by their house when I know that Elinor is going to practise her hula dancing.  I would slump on the floor and watch her in awe – she was so graceful and full of charm.  I always wished I could dance like her.

I had not seen Elinor for about 50 years.  A core group of our Grade school classmates met in Facebook and started ‘hunting' for schoolmates from our Grade 6 graduating class (1962).  Fortunately our then class President (Jose Aquino) and I found each other in the same neighborhood in Toronto, Canada. It took him a lot of effort to find Elinor since no one knew of her new last name (Sharon).

The school reunion was held on February 2012.  We were quite disappointed to find out that Elinor will not be able to make it in time for the main functions (Dinner dance in Quezon City and excursion to Batangas with Hawaiian motif).  I was longing to see Elinor perform her Hula dance! Fortunately I was still in the Philippines when she arrived.  When she found out that I was in Makati near where she was staying, she arranged for our meeting.   I was very ecstatic to see my sweet childhood idol! We ate at the best crab place at Greenbelt and she arranged for me and another classmate to meet her Doctor friend in Belair.  We were lucky to get from this friend some passes to watch a very exclusive game at the Mabuhay Polo club. We were all treated like celebrities (rubbing elbows with the rich and famous like Irene Marcos and Gloria Diaz). Elinor was so glad to be instrumental in getting us in – she always knew how to use her charm.  She was still the gracious and warm friend that I had ever known.

It was a brief encounter but filled with lasting memories.  Elinor was very proud to talk about her son and his family in Texas. She talked of his Salsa dancing skills (who else could he have inherited that but her!). She even showed me some of the moves when we stopped by for coffee at the Havana café where there were some dancing.

I was looking forward to see her again in our planned “retirement reunion” in 2015 when most of us classmates will be turning 65. It will not be complete without Elinor.  Her loss is hurting us all as much as her family and all who knew her.

My sincerest condolences  goes to Richard, his wife Amy and their two adorable children, Raziel and Aliyah.  May our Lord shower you with strength and courage at this most difficult time. May Elinor's soul rest in peace in His eternal glory.

Elinor was my classmate in grade school. She was well known to everyone in the school as the hula dancing girl. She and her sister Glayla danced the hula with such grace and charm that the school always invited them to perform in special school functions and gatherings. She was smart, friendly, bubbly, and charming. She displayed excellent skills in oratory and in acting and was extremely versatile in both. Because of her versatility, she was cast in our school operetta to play the leading male, yes, the leading male character Malakas, a role which she courageously accepted when the original male actor backed out at the last minute. It was a role that she played marvellously. Elinor joined our school during our final year. Coming from the southern islands in the Philippines she spoke her Tagalog with such a lovely and beautiful accent. Although we knew her only for a year before graduation, she made such a lasting and beautiful impression on us. 
After graduation, I lost contact with Elinor for 50 years until in 2012 somebody posted her contact information in preparation for our 50-year grade school anniversary. We spoke for hours on the phone reminding our happy childhood days and catching up with 50 years of separation. I could immediately feel the love and care she keeps in her heart for her family and friends. She was the same beautiful, kind and charming woman I met in grade school. We shared so much fun and laughter together sharing our life stories. I was looking forward to meet her again personally at our school reunion but I have already gone back to Canada when she arrived in the Philippines but I was happy to see her with our grade school friends in pictures.
My dear friend Elinor, rest in peace now with our Lord. You have brought love and happiness to those who have known you. We thank The Lord for the life you shared with us.
Richard, Amy, Raziel, and Aliyah our prayers go with you. May God comfort you and give you peace. Although your Nanay is no longer with you, a part of her will live in each one of you and she will remain in our hearts forever.

Elinor was a sweet lady. I would see and talk to her from time to time when she would park next to me at the condo. I am devastated that she is no longer with us! Me and a neighbor were speaking of her the other day and wondering where she was. Elinor, you will truly be missed! May God keep your family in perfect peace and give them the comfort they need at this time. Bye Angel......

I met Richard when going to Wichita State University (WSU), and we became friends totally based on randomness or perhaps fate in the WSU student union. I later met Elinor (Richard

Manang Nell, you're the reason of what I have become today, you were truly a big sister -cousin/ good influence to me, a mentor and gave me strength in all the hardship I've had endured.  You will be forever in my heart.....

With all my respect I will see you again in another life. Rest in Peace.

Elinor was a wonderfully warm women always ready to give a smile or a hug.  Or in my case a meal.  Every time I saw Ms. Sharon she was trying to feed me.  She also dragged me and Richard's friends out on to the dance floor when we weren't courageous enough ourselves to ask the other women there to dance.  I wish I had known her better.  My every experience I had with Ms. Sharon just showed me how wonderful of a person and mother she was.

With a smile so authentic and warm, Elinor so quickly became a part of our Salsa circle. What I remember of her is her smile and her caring nature, which was so obvious to anyone who met her. I would smile just by looking her way. I will miss her and I hope she has gone to a better place and is able to look down on us from time to time. Rest in peace Elinor.

Raziel and Aliyah,
 I want to share with you some of my memories of your Nanay.  
I knew your Nanay from December '04 - October '13.
During the years shortly after I met her we would from time to time have breakfeast (her dinner) together after her long shifs at the hospital.  She would prepare food for me and serve me even though she had been serveing others the previous night.  She would make the BEST food!! Adobo-chicken, Pancit, and this omelet-like dish that she used a whole eggplant to make! That was my favorite dish she made!!!!  I would always get excited when I knew I was going to get to eat some of her cooking!  She would make me feel very special during these meals.  She would ask me about my goals and dreams for my life.  She would tell me tales of her struggles of being a single mother and reminisce about her  accomplishments which had turned into stepping stones to her future goals. She would try to convince me to buy or sell Mary Kay or some other business that she was involved with. Always working and trying to help others help themselves in ways that she found to be helpful to her life- that was your Nanay!
 As years passed and I finally started to seize the dreams that your Nanay helped me to define our conversations changed.  She spoke to me, still as an elder, but as an Auntie.  She specifically asked me to call her Auntie Elinor. That meant that she considered me famjly and to some people that may not seem like such a big deal, but your Nanay was a tough judge of character.  She would silently sit and observe people and their interactions; At Raziels 2nd birthday party she was sitting at the kitchen table doing just that and she called me over to her to come sit and talk with her. This was no ordinary chat.  She preceded to share with me her observations about my life and my character.  She praised me for my strengths and accomplishments.  She encouraged me and gave me advice for my weaknesses.  She counseled me in the ways of a single-mother.  She told me to Trust God for everything and that He would provide and take care of me.  This conversation changed my life.  These words are precious to me because they came from such a strong and intelligent woman.  She believed in me and she shared that with me and caused me to believe in myself.
 Your Nanay was an extrordinary person whom I am so thankful God allowed me to know and be loved by.  I pray these words of mine help you to know and understand how precious and special your Nanay is! 
I love you both!
Love,
Aunt Jess

To my darling children:  As best I can put it into words, I want you to know my heart regarding Nanay – our Nanay.  There is a saying that goes, “you'll never know how much something (or someone) means to you until it's (they're) gone.”  For me, regarding Nanay, I wish I could say this wasn't true for me…that I FULLY appreciated Nanay in every sense of the word while she was still here with us…but I can't.  Please don't misinterpret this.  What I mean to say is that because of her faithfulness, consistency, routine, and unconditional love, she truly felt like/became my second mom, because there is a love of a mom that is so vastly unconditional and I now see that is the love she had for me…and that was easy to take for granted because she was…always…there…  Whether it was an extra set of hands I needed with Razi just to have a break, some goat milk from the store, or a spontaneous midnight “date” to IHOP with your Papa, when she was there, she was ALWAYS willing to watch you.  She would put her own needs second to ours whenever it was within her power to do so.  I've never know as selfless a person as Nanay.  Her whole life was characterized by putting others before herself.  Only towards the end did she make a concerted effort to do big things that SHE truly enjoyed, such as her last trip, her pilgrimage.  Now I must say that the vast majority of things she enjoyed – 99.9% I would venture to say – were things that involved you kids.  She didn't have enough time to truly enjoy you, Aliyah, since you were a mere 1 month old when your Nanay went home, but let me tell you…she was SO EXCITED that her first granddaughter was on her way.  I learned this through several of her close friends that were sharing with me at her wake and funeral.  She was looking forward to spoiling you with many girly things such as dresses and bows!  She was a very girly girl herself…practical and sensible but quite the girly girl.  You grandkids were her respite, her jewels!  You, Razi (or “Nanay's Buddy” as she called you) were her sunshine!!!  Her smile would light up a room when she saw you!  All her troubles seemed to melt away when she was with you.  Next to the Lord and somewhere equal (or perhaps *just* above) to your Papa was your place in her heart.  And she would brag and brag on you to everyone she met at how smart and sweet you were to her!  The only ones she wouldn't brag as much to were the ones who had grandkids as old as you and that weren't as “advanced” as you.  She didn't want to make them feel bad!  ;)  Oh children, how I've cried and cried over the fact that you will not get to know your Nanay on this earth… How I've grieved that I will no longer get to enjoy her laughter, her wisdom, her Filipino cooking…  Hearing the garage door open is a stab in my heart since it will no longer be her who flings open the door to the giggles and squeals of delight from you, Razi.  I will miss her precious accent and “sing-song” way of speaking.  I will miss the way she made up the last part to the “ABC” song…oh how I wish I could remember how she sang it now…  I will miss how loudly she played her Elvis and Tidelander music when she'd pull into the garage, LOL!  That had your Papa and me cracking up since she scolded him as a boy for playing his music too loudly!  She was living life and to the fullest.  Richard and I found great joy in the fact that “the end” of her years and years of working was coming to a close in that she was planning on “retiring” in just a few short years…she would finally get her rest and just get to enjoy life with her kids and grandkids.  
Some of the little things we enjoyed on a day to day/week to week basis were going out to eat with her, going to festivals such as IFest and Ren Fest, and going dancing at Strictly Street Salsa socials where she would gladly choose to let me and your Papa dance while she stayed in a back room simply watching you (Razi).  She LOVED to travel.  We had planned on going to Australia in 2013 WITH her.  However, one thing happened after another that made it impossible for her to come with us.  Yet it was by her financial contribution that we were even ABLE to go…  She had business in the Philippines that was crucial for her to attend to…and her care for you kids' financial stability in the future trumped everything.  She essentially “worked” for us – her kids and grandkids – right up until she took her last breath.  She wanted to ensure that your financial future would be paid for as best as she could… and coming from a woman who worked two jobs as a night nurse and living like a pauper (making her “baon,” or “rations” in Tagalog, diligently before leaving for work each night), she did this so well…and I am so humbled by this.  She gave your Papa and me the master bedroom and moved to your Papa's old, tiny room sleeping on a creaky old mattress and trying to find every last bit of space to store her many things that once fit much better in her large, master suite.  She allowed me to, as she put it, “make this house a home” with paint on the walls and aesthetic appeal in furniture and such.  But let me tell you…this house was made a “home” because of the people living within its walls… (sigh) She would buy goat milk for you, Razi, which is expensive ($6.50/half gallon) two at a time not because she thought it was best for you but because she knew I wanted the best for you and it was a no brainer that she, too, wanted the best for you so it was nothing for her to spend that on you if, indeed, it was the best (and so often she trusted my research and judgment).  In many ways, she saw us – your Mama and Papa – as her “grown up children” and she wanted to keep working “until I am seventy,” she said, “because they (speaking to one of our titas) want to have 7 kids” and she wanted to provide for ALL our future kids' futures!  She did this and more…and day by day, I hope for you to know just how much she loved you…for there are more ways to tell and show you than I have time to write.  Oh children, your Nanay was humble.  She was a doctor in the Philippines and “just” a nurse here in the states since your Grandfather died from his fourth heart attack 3 days before she took the board exam to be a doctor here in the US.  She struggled to provide a life for your Papa even when so many she knew were taking advantage of her kindness and love.  She had a quiet strength about her.  Your Papa (and I) hardly ever saw her cry.  She would keep her pain to herself and pray, pray, pray in her room.  We know this because she LIVED a relationship with the Father in her words and actions.  She WAS the hands and feet of Jesus and, at time in our arrogance, your Papa and I didn't see it as such.  It's only in her passing that the depth and height of her relationship with the Father has been made known to us.  She had childlike faith.  She loved unconditionally and gave selflessly.  She ALWAYS put others first and her ICU patients testified to this in that she received letters after letters of appreciation for the care she gave.  Her love for the Lord was palpable in that it seeped into everything she did.  And boy, did she love…our Lord… I only wish I knew how it is she prayed – talked – to the Lord!  Your Papa can testify to the fact that the one thing she taught him how to do – or rather, WHAT to do – was to PRAY.  When you, Aliyah, were born into this world in such a scary way, she asked people ALL over the world to pray!!!  Nuns in the Philippines, France and Portugal, family in Canada, the USA and the Philippines, her home church and most likely any one she saw along the way during her pilgrimage (for it was during your first days on this earth that she was away on her pilgrimage) were praying for you and your healing ALONG with everyone your Papa, Aunt Jess, Mimi and Pops and countless others asked to pray that, I truly believe, led to your complete healing!  Your Nanay knew how to pray.  Her relationship with the Father was simple and true and she LIVED out her relationship with Him in SO many ways.  She had dreams of one day passing the board exam here in the USA and finally becoming a doctor.  She learned that it is NEVER too late to pursue your dreams!  She would often retell a story of a 70+ year old woman who just graduated with her MD and how that inspired her!  She, like your Mama, wanted to pursue a degree in the theatre arts as a girl.  Her parents wanted her to pursue medicine…so she did it out of obedience and respect.  In hindsight, this was a huge blessing because it gave her a foundation upon which to fall when things got tough and she needed to provide for your Papa as a single mom.  It is her example that is leading me to pursue a nursing degree in the instance I, too, must live life as a single mom and provide for you children.  As a mom, I realize more and more that the things I do in life isn't for me anymore…it's for you and your well-being.  Nanay did this SO well and effortlessly.  It was a part of her being to care greatly for our well-being and the well-being of you children and any future children your Papa and I have.  She LOVED children and wanted a large family of her own but couldn't…so your Papa and I were THRILLED to give her as many grandchildren as the Lord would allow.  I am thankful she got to know both a grandson and granddaughter…even if for such a short time.  
As I reflect on some fond memories I have with Nanay, so many come to mind.  On August 30, 2008, I had the BLESSING of meeting this tiny, red-headed (yes, I said red-headed) little Filipina woman who would one day become my mother-in-love.  I had heard story after story about her from your Papa about how she would “beat” him with whatever was nearest to her reach throughout his life and couldn't believe it when I met her!  She was just too sweet for me to imagine she was *that* woman your Papa was describing to me!  She was gracious, polite, funny, and FUN!  On that night, we met at the Museum Mixer called “Mixers and Elixers” where a salsa band would play once a month throughout the summer and we would dance, dance, dance!  I was so smitten with your Papa but he had yet to come around.  ;)  I did have a BLAST with Nanay, though!  We decided to continue hanging out after dancing and went to our favorite cheap taco place, La Tapatia, for some after dancing food.  =)  Nanay, who I called Ms. Elinor at the time, offered for me to ride with her and I'm so glad I did!  Along the way, I was reading some text messages that I had sent to Richard in Tagalog to her and we were cracking up at how bad my accent was!  She was translating for me and we just laughed and laughed and laughed!  We almost got lost along the way, we were laughing so hard!  That night was a delight and oh, how I wish there were more nights like that left to enjoy with her… 
Another memory I have with her were the ones when she was having therapy for her rotator cuff surgery in 2012.  I would drive her to the Woodlands 2 times a week for a few months and along the way, she would tell me stories of her life with baby Richard in the Philippines, Wichita, and elsewhere.  She was the strongest woman…  So humble, so self-sacrificing.  She never patted her own back.  I treasure the long car rides with her.  I loved when we went back to the Porter property and looked at the land investment she had made and I remember her squeal of delight when she found out it had increased in price 6-fold!  We went out for Vietnamese food after that particular trip to the Woodlands and, as always, she treated me.  She was always spoiling me!  She was truly my second mom…
I loved watching Nanay play with you, Raziel.  She would DELIGHT in seeing you learn and grow and do things on the iPad!  It cracked me up when she would say things such as “hypo” when referring to a “hippo.”  She would be the first to laugh at herself, too!  
I loved having the opportunity to give her a haircut, even if it was only one time.  She lived so frugally and saw saving on a haircut by letting me cut her hair as a blessing to her.  Looking back, I see it as a blessing to us both.  And it was a successful haircut since both she AND your Papa loved it!  And he's a hard one to please, that's for sure.  ;) 
I LOVED hearing our Nanay play her beloved piano.  I found out that all her life she had wanted a piano.  It wasn't until she was living in Wichita that she bought her first piano…at a garage sale.  It is a simple piano.  It's not in the best of shape from an onlooker's standpoint…but, oh, the sounds that would come out of it when she would play!  There were only ever a small handful of songs she would play…but when she did…the sound would carry through every corner of our house and fill it with beauty and peace.  Playing the piano was, to me, a place I think she went when all was well…or all would be made well through her playing, if that makes any sense at all.  =)  In other words, the world was at peace when she played…in her heart and in her mind.
Nanay's cooking!  Champorado, pancit, and a number of made up, mish-mash dishes are just some of her meals that tasted oh, so good!  She never cooked from a recipe verbatim but whatever her hands set to make always seemed to be so comforting and just right.  =)  She would often apologize for the food being too salty or too something but it never really was.  =)  One time, I opened the freezer only to find a HUGE, WHOLE fish staring right at me!  It totally filled the freezer!  When your Papa got home, I showed him that fish and we both laughed!  Only his mom would bring home a whole fish and know what to do with it.  Your Papa and I prefer it all cut up and ready to go.  ;)  So anyway, I found this article on how you could steam a whole fish in the dishwasher and jokingly told your Papa that we should tell Nanay that's how we wanted to cook it…and to our shock and amazement, she was ok with it!  We did tell her we were just joking, though.  ?
I remember briefly talking with her about the possibility of me becoming a nurse midwife.  She was THRILLED at this!  She was even willing to pay for my education.  We would also scheme and dream about how we could get Richard to attend night school or something to pursue a degree in the medical field should the end of the world begin and nursing positions be more in demand than IT positions.  Lol!  Again, she was MORE than willing to pay for his education and mine since it would likely ensure a stable future for her grandchildren…
“LOL.”  This is the way she would sign her text messages to us…her own salutation… “Lol, Mom”  She thought “LOL” meant “lots of love” or something along those lines.  I will miss her LOLs…
Oh Nanay!  One time she sent me an email.  “Dear Amy,” it started off…and in a normal font size, perhaps 10?  By the end of the letter, the “Love, Nanay,” the font was somewhere around 42!  Each line of her letter was increasingly getting larger and larger!  This had your Papa and I cracking up!  Nanay was not the most computer savvy person, but boy, was she willing to do her best trying!
I will miss her bringing home ensaymada, turon, menudo, and many other distinctly Filipino treats!  For Raziel's birthday this year, she brought Brazos de Mercedes cake and Leche Flan!  Mrs. Becca told me that she thought that was the cutest thing ever…to bring dessert to a birthday party in addition to birthday cake!  Now that I look at it, it truly was an endearing thing.  =)  She was QUITE the hostess even though she herself rarely threw parties.  She was the LIFE of the party wherever she was, though!  Anyone who met her loved her.  I will miss her speaking to your Papa and you kids in Tagalog.  Precious.  Her little accent was so endearing to me.  I will miss her stories of her patients.  I will miss the sound of her shuffling around the home doing her own little thing.  I will miss seeing her silverware in the sink.  I will miss the little things around the house that were distinctly Nanay.  I will miss hearing her talk about doing her laundry.  I will miss seeing her working diligently in her little office.  I will miss dreaming with her about the future and hearing about all her business endeavors that she was planning on doing indefinitely.  I will miss seeing and hearing you, Raziel, squeal and run to the door when the garage opened and Nanay walked in.  I will miss pulling into the driveway and seeing the front room lights and knowing she was home…  It was always such a comfort knowing she was here…even if we didn't see her…she was always there.  I will miss hearing your Papa answer the phone, “Hey, Mama!”  I will miss hearing “Que Sera, Sera,” the ringtone your Papa had for Nanay.  I will miss hearing her say, “Hi, darliiiiiiing.”  
I wish I had more time with her…just a set amount of time with a length I knew so I could begin to say the things I wish I would have said, do the things I wish I would have done and be the kind of daughter-in-law…or “daughter” as she called me…that she deserved.  In my eyes, she deserved the best, for in everything she did, she gave her best.  Everyone she knew and who loved her can testify to this.  When she did a thing, she did it with all her heart.  Whether it was being an ICU nurse, singing in the church choir, dancing, ministering to orphans and widows, spending time with a close friend, or doing what she loved most – spending carefree time being the best grandmother to her most precious jewels, her grandkids – she did it with…all…her…heart…  
Children, this world is not our home.  Selfishly, I want her back.  But I know that it's just a matter of time before I, too, pass from this life to the next.  It's a transformation, really.  Oh, for that day to come!  Should the Lord tarry, we will all have to see and experience death in this life – the passing of this life to the next.  Eternity is real and the hope we have through our Lord Jesus Christ is eternal life with him and our loved ones who choose to follow Him too!!  We have the HOPE of eternal life with your Nanay, your sibling (who miscarried in November 2012), your great-grandmother Anita Mueschke (my beloved Mimi, who passed away from an 8 year battle with ovarian cancer), Lauren Williams (my best friend who passed away suddenly in her battle with ARDS in 2008 and whose first name was given to you, Aliyah, as a middle name, except yours is spelled with a “y” since a person can truly never be replaced) and countless other saints who have gone before us.  It is our prayer (and I KNOW it was Nanay's prayer) that you, too, would come to a saving knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ and profess Him as your OWN personal Lord and Savior so that one day we might ALL be reunited in His presence for all of eternity!  While we are living, we have work to do – a purpose to complete.  It is my prayer that each of you come to know what this purpose is from an early age and choose to live it out with all your heart!!!  I can't imagine a lifetime without each of you!!!  May we ALL live each day with such passion and fervor and love and selflessness as our Nanay did!  May we always put others' needs before our own!  May we NOT be judgmental about others' walks with the Lord if it doesn't look just like our own!  May we STRIVE for holiness (set apartness) every moment of every day of our lives as our Nanay did.

I fondly remember Auntie Nellie to always be in a joyous mood ever ready to praise and complement on a job well done. Her advice and guidance will sorely be missed but the lessons that she passed down will always be with me.

What memories should one share about my brother's mother. When someone passes away, the things they leave behind will are so telling of their character. Elinor's prize possession was her son Richard.  The imprint she had on his life is remarkable.
Her faith is one of the primary things she imparted.  A love for the Father and a passion for serving him.  It was reflected in how much she gave to others. She never felt like she didn't have something if she was providing for someone else. She lived a life devoted to serving others.  Her desire to give, to share what she had was enormous.  after she had passed I learned that she used to send old shoes and clothing to the needy back in the Philipines.  
It is a rare person that had her work ethic.  Hard work was ingrained into her character.  She worked as hard as she could to provide for her son.  Forgoing simple things like glasses and updated wardrobe so that she could provide those things for her son.  she would work two full time jobs, yet still have time to cook for her son and friends when they were there.  There were times that she would work so hard that she would sleep for 2 days straight after being exhausted from working non stop shifts. 
She had a passion for her work.  She loved the medical field and loved serving others through it.  
She wasn't a boring woman by any stretch of the imagination.  She loved to have fun. I remember the night of Richard's wedding and the dance that they shared. Elinor had a smile 10 miles wide as she danced with her son.  she had her special dancing shoes packaged up just right so that they would always be taken care of.  she loved going out to eat, to the movies and had a laugh that was infectious. I remember nights at Yia/Yia's or at the apartment spent just eating and talking.
Elinor had a piercing way about her. An uncanny ability to read people.  She knew almost instantly if someone was good for her Ritchie or not. She was never uncouth about it, but was always very candid about her feelings toward someone.
Perhaps the most memorable thing that stands out is the Ay-Nako that she would always say. Or the way that she affectionately called Richard her "darling".  
The woman was incredible.  She had a steadfast faith, an incredible work ethic, cared for everyone she was around, and had impeccable integrity.  Above all she will be missed, but we all rest assured that she is with her Heavenly Father.

Dear Mom,

Kuya Bob said that one of the ways he was counseled to deal with dad's death was to write him a letter saying good-bye.  So here is my first letter to you, but it is not a good-bye.

You wanted me prepared for this day, and I've dreaded it all my life.  Since dad died, you have been my father and my mother, my brother and my sister.  You were all the family that I had.  The thought of losing you was a very real fear and threat to me since dad's death.  I knew very early the horrible curse of death and its consequences.  When I was younger, from 8 to 18, I sometimes imagined what it would be like if you passed from this life, and I felt I would go insane…literally insane…with despair…and hopelessly lost.  Even the thought alone sent me to convulsive sobs.

As you and the Lord ushered me into adulthood and equipped me for life, I asked the Lord that He would give you at least…at the very least…two more years of life in this world after retirement.  I wanted you to at least enjoy some of your years on this earth after all the sacrifices you've made, all the hard work you've done caring for everyone else, and all the suffering you've endured.

I'm sorry mom.  I wish…I wish you had lived long enough to retire, lived long enough to live in a 2 master bedroom house that Amy and I were planning to build on the Riverwalk property that you planned to give to us.  Amy even found the blueprint and I'm glad that we at least shared those plans with you already.  I remember one night in 2004, you told me your plans for retirement, and you asked me to make sure that you went to an assisted living residence rather than a nursing home.  I remember telling you that there would be no way in hell that you would ever be in a nursing home or assisted living and that you would be staying with me.  You counseled, “But what if your wife doesn't want that?”  I was single at the time and I said, “Then she can hit the road.”  You told me that wasn't right…that she was my wife and the mother of my children and that I would have to respect her wishes.  I told you, “You are all I have here on earth, and I'm all you have.”  I told you that I'd make certain my wife was aware of my final and non-negotiable decision that you would live with us when you got older and there would be no moving forward with marriage without that agreement.  You gave me a hug…with tears in your eyes.  Well…mom…the Lord found me such a wife who agreed without any reservation.  Unfortunately, you are not here to enjoy those years with us.  We miss you so much…but I know your joy in the presence of our Lord makes the joy you would have had with us pale by comparison.  You knew there would never be any nursing home in your future, and I am glad that brought you a measure of peace.  I wish you had lived long enough so that I could have returned to you the love you showed me for so many years, taking care of you in your old age, but now you have the love of Yah directly taking care of you, and His love is infinitely greater than anything I could have shown you or given you.  Your love…your love…your love was unparalleled.  No one loved me more than you, except the Lord Himself, and you are one of the greatest examples to me of His character.

You honored your mom and dad by taking Medicine instead of drama or journalism…I can't remember which.  You honored your dad by not dating anyone until you completed your college education.  You honored your husband through your humility and submission.  You had a blood clotting issue that made it difficult to successfully carry a child to full term, and you never stopped beseeching Yah for a child.  After five miscarriages, He gave me to you, and how I thank Yah that He blessed me with such a strong and godly mother, in character and trust in Yah.  How precious I must have been to you, the only surviving child out of a total of 7 children.  How hard it must have been to not be able to bond with me right away as I stayed in the hospital for two weeks because of jaundice.  How hard it must have been to take care of dad's business and raise me at the same time after dad died.  How hard it must have been to see me cry because you were sending me away to live with relatives, sending me away because we were robbed at gunpoint and you were afraid they would kidnap me at a later time and sell me or hold me for ransom.  How hard it was to see your only child malnourished, with protruding ribs, under the care of others, and unable to snatch me up right away and take care of me.  How hard it was to swallow your pride as a doctor to move to a foreign country and live on the charity of family members while your son acted a fool and caused many problems.  How hard it was to see me being hurt and attempt to protect me while you yourself were beaten in an abusive relationship.  How hard it was to study to become a nurse and work in order to support and raise an irresponsible child, while depending on the good graces of Yah through Auntie Corse.  How hard it was to work so hard for your son's future while seeing your son so lackadaisical about his own future.  How hard it was to maintain humility and trust in Yah in the face of abuse of all kinds, which I will not detail in respect for you, but I wish the world knew the suffering you overcame, victorious in the Lord.

You persisted in trusting the Lord, and you began my relationship with the Holy One of Israel at the young age of 6 when you impressed upon me the necessity of relationship with Yah.  “Always pray to God,” you told me, and indeed you led by your example.  Your prayer life is parallel to the greatest prayerful disciples throughout time.  A parent is supposed to be the first image of Yah to their child, and you demonstrated to me so well that Yah is love.  You spoke only well of my father to protect me from bitterness.  You struggled against all adversity, persecution, obstacles, discrimination, betrayal, alienation, isolation, and overwhelming odds to protect my future.  You gave what resources you had, time, money, information, wisdom…most importantly your heart…to your parents, to family, to friends-who-are-family, to friends, to co-workers, to patients, and even to strangers.  You never discarded anything because you counted everything as a blessing.  You gave to the poor, here, and across the world, whether it was food, clothes, or the money to acquire them…and your giving was not a fleeting thing, but frequent and consistent…a way of life for you.  You especially had a warm place in your heart to help widows and orphans.  You were constantly collecting items to mail to the Philippine Islands…such as shoes for those without shoes, even magazines for those who had no reading materials.  I remember you would always buy me new clothes and a new pair of glasses every year, but the only time you bought something for yourself was when I finally graduated from college…and I even had to force you to shop for yourself.  Sacrifice was your way of life.  Your glasses were so old and you couldn't see well, but you would rather that I see clearly.  You would even buy new perfumes for Amy, and instead use Amy's leftover perfumes.  Somehow you convinced us that you preferred Amy's perfume scents to the new one you purchased.  The examples can go for many more pages, and these are just a few from my own memory.  What about the memories of everyone else?

Thankfully, I am not one of those who have regrets of words unsaid.  Every card that I gave you spoke the truth from my heart.  I just wish that you had lived long enough to see me back those words with actions.  Words are meaningless without action, just as trusting Yah is meaningless without action.  You were the epitome of action, and your love spoke greater volumes of your trust in Yah than all the amassed academic pompous theology of Christians from every denomination.  I only hope to display in my lifetime the same level of trust in Yah and love for Him and individuals that you had.  The Anointed One/Christ is my Standard, but you will be the minimum bar for me to reach.  Those who know you know that I've got my work cut out for me, but thanks be to Yah for His grace.  I believe He will empower me to impact the world with His love as He impacted the world with His love through you.  Your passing will not be in vain.  While the world has lost a person set-apart to God, a vessel of His Light, an expression of His love…I will strive to fill the gap.  That is a tall order, but I yearn to honor you…and fulfill the purpose that Yah has for me, as He fulfilled the purpose for which He created you.  

It is hard for me to swallow that He fulfilled His purpose for you already.  In my finite mind, you could have saved so many more lives, continued to touch and inspire so many more lives…touched Raziel and Aliyah's life, with just a few more years…but you've struggled, worked, and sacrificed long enough.  Yah completed your purpose on November 1st, 2013.  I ask, “Why,” but truly I am being only selfish.  I was looking at a picture that Bethany took of you and voluntarily framed for us, and the thought personally and deeply hit me of just how fleeting life is.  I've even been listening to Kansas' “Dust in the Wind” for the past month since you've passed.  We are only here for a moment, just long enough to complete the purpose for which Yah created us.  Each and every one of us was given a message from Yah to share to the world.  One, five, or ten talents…one, five, or ten messages.  Some people choose to rebel and never deliver the message.  Some people choose to hoard the message for themselves.  Some deliver the message, and Yah multiplies its effects.  I've heard some people verbalize the question, “Why would the Lord take someone as beautiful as Elinor and leave behind the miserable individuals of this earth?”  If the purpose for one's life is not fulfilled, even rejected, why reward them with an early rest, for truly you are now in the purest rest with the Lord.  We are here only for one purpose, and that is to deliver the unique message that Yah gave us individually to share with the rest of the world.  Even as hands and feet, we are only here to deliver a message.  That message can be delivered by word, deed, or both.  The message that Yah shared with the world through you was a message of His love.  You delivered that message so well…so well…and after all the suffering and sacrifice and hard work in order to deliver that message…it's time for you to rest, mom.  

You worked so hard your whole life, and in more areas than just your profession as a nurse.  Everyone who knows you knows you worked yourself to exhaustion, and you only stopped when your body would no longer allow you to even move.  You would sometimes sleep for 24 hours straight because you had drained yourself so much.  You cared for your patients with the utmost diligence, honest compassion, and meticulous work ethic, praying for them and sharing the Good News of His salvation as best you could.  You would take care of bills and search for investment opportunities to make sure that I, and then my family when Yah gave them, would not go homeless, hungry, or in need.  You made the effort to save everything, wasting nothing, and collecting items to give to the poor, to the widows and orphans.  You would make time to visit, connect, and spend quality time with friends, to encourage, comfort, or support them as needed.  You would then save the best for the last part of your day…and that was Raziel…  

I heard that one of your co-workers said you were excitedly planning on shopping for clothes for Aliyah, but unfortunately you did not have the opportunity to spend much time with her.  I ask, “Why so soon,” but truly I should say, “Thank you Lord, for allowing this wonderful servant of yours to walk this earth for as long as you allowed, to suffer and sacrifice for so long, for my sake, the sake of my children, the sake of so many loved ones, the sake of critical patients, and the sake of strangers, before you took her to rest in Your presence, face-to-face.”  For many years, it was just you and I, but you told us that the Lord gave you a daughter when I married Amy.  He quadrupled what you had from just me to Raziel, Aliyah, Amy, and me.  When Jessica and Shawnee came to the house, you made it clear that you looked forward to having your own grandchildren running around and making noise.  At least you were able to experience them before leaving.

I ask the Lord “Why” only because I am being selfish.  I am being selfish by thinking of your powerful love for me and my family and wanting it back.  I miss your love for me.  There will never be anything like it, not from another person.  You had no other child or spouse to lavish your love.  I had it all.  I had all the love that an individual could possibly give, even all the love of a mother…and you had a lot of love to give.  People automatically assume that I'm spoiled because I'm an only child.  You and I both know the childhood that I had.  I wasn't spoiled with position, status, wealth, possessions, or even security.  I was “spoiled” with something greater than all those things.  I was blessed with your love.

What kills me the most…is that Raziel and Aliyah will not know you as well as they could.  Raziel loved taking those walks with you, drawing with you (you always saved paper for him), playing trains with you, singing his ABC's with you, and learning animals with you.  Amy and I will miss you saying hypo instead of hippo, and Raziel still says giraffe the way you do…JI-raf, with the accent on the first syllable.  You were the one who taught him to “point.”  I know you loved watching him impress you with the iPad and his letters, numbers, and colors.  We will miss all the other and many examples that made us adore your cuteness and share in your laughter, the laughter of unspoiled childhood innocence.  How an adult could still maintain such childlike joy and innocence while maintaining the wisdom and maturity that comes with age…I will now never know.  I know that memories fade for many, but my dearest hope is, whenever anyone who knows you spends time with your grandchildren, that they will share a story of you with them.  As the years go by, I want them to know more and more of you and the greatness of Yah working in you with every new story shared.

Yah took you from me, but first He gave me a wife and two children, two wonderful children to continue your legacy.  He did not leave me alone…and most likely due to your constant, consistent, and persistent prayers.  You even made sure to surround me with dependable care and wisdom via Auntie Corse, Auntie Cynthia, Tita Lea, Ms. Laura, Tita Amor, Tita Jessica, and Tita Yoly.  You prayed so much for me...throughout all my years...and in this time, the Lord has surrounded me with His selected people who have lifted me and my family up amidst the sorrow of your passing.  He has surrounded us with a flood of people, a flood of love, and flood of help, from all sides.  I still wish that He had given you those two years of retirement for which I had asked Him, for you to enjoy, but truly, what better retirement is there than Paradise in His presence, face-to-face with Yah Himself.  Besides…everyone who knew you knows you would never have stopped working.  Your nature was always to serve, and I see now in you the application of all the Master's teachings.

I love you…and in gratitude, appreciation, and honor of your love for me, in my failure to love you as you loved me, I will love Raziel and Aliyah and all our future children with the unconditional, self-sacrificing, forgiving, merciful, compassionate, sincere, faithful and unfailing love you gave to me.  Hopefully they will come to know you by the zeal of your love channeled through me to them.  Amy and I will do our best, by the grace of Yah, to raise Raziel, Aliyah, and all of our future children, in the knowledge of Yah's salvation, which is through Y'hoshua/Jesus the Anointed One/Christ; we will do our best to intercede to Yah on their behalf as you did so much…so much for me and my family…so that they may choose to receive His grace, choose to love, fear, and serve Yah…so that we will all be reunited together in His Kingdom…in His timing.  

We did not share the same doctrine, but we both loved Yah, and trusted His Son for salvation unto eternal life.  By His grace we obeyed Him according to the revelation that He gave to us.  I thank Yah that He gave to me a mother who gave me the freedom to seek Him, but I grew so arrogant in my self-righteous understanding…and I hurt you with my doctrine.  I…am…so…sorry…so ashamed, mom.  How foolish I was.  I knew better…I should have acted better.  Relationship with Yah is not an exercise in academia or theology, but a heart of humility before Him, love for Him and others, trust in Him and His Anointed One, and service to Him and all people.  Oh how your godly example of His righteousness puts my own walk with Him to shame.  May Yah forgive me.  I know you already have.  

The Master said that the poor in spirit will inherit His Kingdom.  You…were…poor in spirit.  Humility before Yah defined and describes your life.

I know that the Roman congregation will most likely not canonize you, but I don't believe that Yah taking you on the Roman holiday of All Saints Day was coincidental.  Even the elder of St. Philip the Apostle Catholic Church, your congregation, called you a saint, one who is set-apart unto Yah.  Supernatural miracles may not have encompassed your life, but Yah doesn't only work in the supernatural.  His greatest works are in the natural, in the changing of hearts, in the giving of life, in the comfort of hope.  He did all these things through you.  His natural miracles surrounded you.

You were the impossible combination of humility, iron-willed strength, radiant joy, childlike trust, and wise maturity.  You were so humble that in many parties you were subtly quiet because you were helping to clean or serve food without drawing attention to your service.  You had the iron-willed strength to raise an unruly child and push to achieve stability for your family despite all obstacles, set-backs, betrayals, and persecution.  You had the radiant joy that infected every room you entered with just your smile, your voice, and your life; and now life is dimmer for your passing.  Your childlike trust in Yah was more unwavering than a learned apologist's.  Your wise maturity guided many and protected the future of your family.  Why is it that we only measure a person in their passing…?  I ponder and think…Scripturally and historically, Israelites and Jews celebrate the day of one's passing, not the day of one's birth.  It is not a mercy to enter this world, but rather a mercy to be with the Lord.  Even the day of the Master's birth into this world is a mystery, but the day of His death is known, celebrated yearly, and the day of His resurrection celebrated weekly.  The day of one's passing marks the complete life of a person, and your life was remarkable.  I WILL celebrate your life, for the rest of my life, but I will…I will miss you…so much…until I see you again.

This is not a letter of good-bye.  I will see you again.  Until then, I will miss you with groanings too deep for mere words.  With all my love…your son, Richard

Elinor was a very special lady.  When I first met her it was at Skybar. She didn't dance much, but I could see her joy as she watched Richard  and Amy dance! 

When I first became an instructor, I  attended Richard's Tuesday class  and was I surprised to find Elinor as  a student in the class.  She told me when she signed up for class there was no mention of the instructor!  Being in the class with her was when our friendship started to develop.  She was encouraging to me as a new instructor and she was gracious letting me "lead" her!

As a mother of sons we had a lot in common.  We both discussed how happy and lucky we were that our sons found good, strong, loving  women.  She was so happy and excited the day of your wedding and I will never forget the look on her face when she danced with Richard.

I don't have the time or space to speak about her as a Grandmother.  The love a grandmother feels is very hard to explain to someone who is not a grandparent.  I will say this...she LOVED her grandchildren!!
I beleive her role has now been changed to Grandma Guardian Angel.  Elinor you will be greatly missed but never forgotten.

Elinor,
You are such a beautiful person, inside and out.  As a fellow physician, working with you has been an honor.  Many people don't know of all the depth and scope of all of your  volunteerism. You even volunteered in my office for a year.  At Kingwood Medical Center, your reputation is one of kindness, competence and an attitude of  caring and compassion. In daytime or at night, you would always ask me how I was doing. You always asked about others first before they would even get the chance to ask you the same. 

Your faith, is what everyone knows about you. Now, that is the true mark left by you, that we all strive to attain. 
God truly took an angel from us. It's pretty selfish, because I know he wanted you with him, but I really do miss you. 
I don't know why you picked me to be your friend, but I'm glad that you did.  It's what we Christians call, Unmerited Favor.  
I love you and I miss you,
Dr. Elinor Sharon.

Richard, Amy, Raziel, and Aliyah

These mere words cannot describe the love, and respect I had for your and grand-mom.  She was such a dear, sweet, and fun friend.  Her absence has rendered such a void in the lives of those who knew her well.  However, thanks be to God, the joyous memories of her will sustain us all.

We began our relationship as roommates in my home in Atascocita.  We lived there together for 5 years.  She was the best 'roomie' a girl could have.  Always considerate and willing to share and create fun experiences.  We shopped together as girls will do.  I still have a beautiful red suit that Elinor; my sister, Jessie; and I each purchased one Christmas.  I can't wear it now but I will next Christmas (2014) because I will have to seriously take my friend's advice and lose a few pounds to get back in it.  She was was my frank and honest sidekick.  We attended family gatherings, friends' homes, and office parties together.  We enjoyed concerts together.  After the Nancy Wilson and Lou Rawls concert, Elinor went out and purchased Lou's greatest hits.  She had never heard of him but when she liked something 'she liked it.'  We attended charitable and fund-raising events like the annual Martin Luther King Scholarship breakfast in Houston.  I have a button with a picture of her and my sister together on it.  They are both in heaven; together again.  Elinor was such a compassionate friend during my sister's battle with cancer.  We shared a good wholesome life at that house.  I can see her now, quietly sitting at the kitchen island having her breakfast before she retired to her bedroom for her morning sleep.  This dedicated nurse worked the night shift and needed her rest.  She always said "Girl, listen to your body.  It will tell you when you need to rest." 

Our friendship surpassed or stay in that house.  We were partners in a business venture.  She attended Wednesday night Bible Study with me during the six months she was recovering from surgery on her shoulder.  We shared the love of dancing; she introduced me to Salsa and I introduced her to Urban Line Dancing.  She pushed me to take Salsa lessons and happily I did with Richard as my instructor.  We would Salsa some Saturdays and Line Dance some Mondays. She voiced a desire to teach the Seniors in Huffman, TX to Line Dance.  She purchased the CDs for Urban Line Dancing and took the to the Philippines Like I said, when she liked something 'she liked it.'  Oh what special fun we had together.  Just wonderful happy times!

I thank God for making Elinor Sharon part of my life!

Elinor was designated Ambassador to Foreign Priest and she did a great job, making them comfortable whilst here. She was the modern Florence Nightingale. But most of all there is no story that she missed telling us how proud and love Richard,Amy and thrilled about her grandchildren. Elinor you are a great loss here on earth.

Elinor and Richard were the first fellow Wichitan family I knew when I moved to Houston in 2001.  I am still grateful for their hospitality to me having been all by myself in a new city.  It was in Elinor's loving nature to treat me as a second son and to look after me in my transition into my professional career.  One of my fondest memories was when Elinor bought her first home.  I remember going with both Elinor and Richard to pick out home finishes- and to help them move in on day one.  The joy that new home brought to her face...  She expressed how proud she was of her son and how she could not wait for him to have a family of his own.  Having been around over the years I can not express in words how happy she felt knowing that her son had transitioned into a devoted and loving husband, an adored father and a dedicated and loyal son.  As a parent, witnessing that transition means everything.

I was shocked when Amy phoned me at 4:00am our time that you died of car accident. I can't believe and still can't that my best friend/first cousin is gone. I cried and cried non-stop for hours before I was able to deliver the sad news to the Vancouver family

I miss you so much Nell (as I fondly call her), our hours and hours of telephone chat on our families and friends, our laughter, our frustrations in life and most of all our faith in God.  We both believe that whatever trials we had in life, God is always there for us and that He provides for whatever we need.  God loves you much that He called you to join Him for an eternal rest and happiness. 

Everyone can attest on how thoughtful, generous, kind and helpful Nell was. 

Nell loved surprises - she would send cards out of the blue to thank me and affirm her love and care.

I can't forget Nell's phone call on my 60th birthday and asked me if I'd like to go to Graceland. (Elvis Presley was my favourite singer).  We went to Nashville and then to Graceland in October (my birthday was in July).  We were like college students going on local tours, attending various concerts, experimenting on various foods and taking pictures. We got lost several times and ended up in places we don't know but as always we pretend that we know what we were doing and laugh like crazy. On our way back to Houston, while inside the airplane ,  Nell suddenly remembered that she left her laptop with the security. Since the airplane was about to leave, we have to get out and report the missing laptop.  Lots of investigations the whole day and the funny part we found out that the laptop was inside the luggage that left with the airplane to Houston and even funnier when Nell told the officer "what can she do when she's 60 years old and forgetful sometimes (she was only 59) and secretly wink at me.  Instead of getting annoyed the officer became so nice to us "the elderly" Because all our luggages left with the airplane, we have to spend overnight with the same clothes in Nashville.  We can't stop laughing - that's Nell or Elinor - she turns any situation to a happier one.  

Nell was a good dancer and actress! I used to watch her in various play, the most memorable when she played a "boy"  She told me that the hardest part was to lower her voice. She got an award for that role

I love you Nell!  I will never forget all our escapades and love we had since we were little girls.

Richard, Amy, Raziel and Aliyah 

Your Mom and Grandma loves you so much!  You're everything to her! You made her very very happy and complete. She can't stop thanking God for giving her all of you 

Pray for us Nell, Ok

Cynthia (Cean) Florendo Aldaba Yambao - Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

I was shocked to hear of Auntie Nellie's passing. I truly wish there had been more time to get to know her. It's wonderful finding family members, some distant and some not-so-distant, who you instantly connect to. Auntie Nellie was one of those people.

Dearest Nor,
I really do not know how to start. I will miss the long talks we had in the depth of the nights..from silly political thoughts, to unnerving work situations, to annoying attitudes of our anak, to heavenly stories of your grannykids...

I have known you for over 37 years. There is not enough room here to tell the multitude of stories I still remember, nor the experiences we shared.

I smile when I think of how two almost opposing personalities like ours could be glued into a deep personal friendship. How you knew me, and how I knew you.

You are a woman of heart, a widow of persistence, a mother of strength, a grandmom of unceasing pride and happiness, a friend of trustworthiness...

I will always reminisce the very first pilgrimage we spent together in Lourdes, Garabandal, Fatima, w/ many other places in between...when you lit 6 candles, I did ONE...when you lit 3 candles for the procession, I did ONE..when I would be ready for bed, you dressed up to go to the Chapel of Consecration...How you taught me the Divine Mercy and the Chaplet ( and I said "Chap...what?")...I prayed them once a day, you prayed them TWICE a day...how you looked at me  when I told you ease up in your prayers since God is too busy w/ the craziness in the world...how you told me you WILL NOT travel but just do pilgrimages, how we are planning to do Italy/Medjugorje in June, and our plan to do the 100th celebration of Fatima in Oct 2017...I pray your dear Rich, Amy and the kids would be there during those planned trips...NOW, you are up there, w/ the Blessed Mother you so adored..Remember when there was a trememndous downpour of rain  in Lourdes that the few pilgrims who stayed rushed to the Image of the Virgin? You rushed too to touch her  (as usual, I was just standing in the same spot)...you excitedly stretched out your hand to me so I can could share that "touch"...

Aaaah..my dear,dear dearest friend....your kind sweet nature I will miss w/ both tears and smile of combined sadness of you not being here, and smile of having the blessedness of you having been in my life...

From medical school to internship when you were so conscious of what people would say about you and Art because of age difference..how I was your cheering squad of one: " Do the people who talk make you happy as him?". A prompt "No" made me say, "Go for it, then"....Remember how Arthur would bring me mangoes as a bribe bec he knew we influenced each other to the hilt? Oh, the awful sadness of lost babies met w/ strength; then the extreme joy of Richard until this end....my dear Godchild who now is a "son" to me...

So many, many, many things we shared both in experiences and life...even as to exchange jewelries ( which I will fiercely keep for Aliyah)...the secrets, the pains...I remember you calling me at 5 AM for some problems, which are now buried in my memory...because I choose to...Because it hurt both of us so very much...but all are forgiven,with your generous,loving heart always taking over.

I love you so my sweet, sweet friend...
My sorrow is beyond expression,and  yes, till we meet again. 

Till we meet again...
Till we meet again...

Very lovingly, very affectionately,
Corse

Dear Richard & family,

I am so sorry for the loss of your mother.  I worked with her at the Woman's Hospital.  I can tell you she was a bright spot there!  She was always so happy and liked to tell stories about going dancing with you.  She was my friend and I will miss her.  God's peace to you all.

To Razi and Aliyah,

When I first met your grandma it was about 8 yrs ago.  She was this small beautiful young lady that loved to welcome people into her house and, once she got to know you, she would do anything for you.  Your grandma was like a second mom to me.

The first time your dad, Ms. Elinor, and I went out, we went to a place called Elvia's, which was a small Latin club where we could listen to live music.  Now remember your Uncle David didn't know how to dance to that style of music.  So your grandma told me, "Let's dance," and to see this 4'11" lady with the biggest smile on her face...it's really hard to say "no."  When we got on the dance floor, I told her that I had never done this before and she said, "This is what you do" and "Follow me."  So I did.  From that day on, when your dad, grandma, and I went out dancing, I always saved the first and last dance for her.

As the years went by, she always welcomed me with open arms and treated me like a son.  The one time your dad and I took your grandma to Ren Fest, she was so excited to go and all she could was ask questions about the place.  She would ask questions like "Have you ever been there before," "Did you like it," "When was the last time that you went," and "What was the best thing you like doing while you were there."  And I told her, "I've been, but I only go once every few years.  The thing that I liked best was the jousting."  With your grandma's sweet voice, she would say, "Oh really!"  On the way back from Ren Fest, your dad and I wanted to stop by Starbucks.  We were play-arguing and your grandma turned around and said, "You guys fight like brothers."  I knew right then and there that she accepted me as a son.

I remember when both of you were born and she had the biggest smile from ear to ear.  That smile was contagious.  When I used to see her come home from work and she would see the both of you, I would see that same smile, and all I could do was smile with her.  The both of you, from what I could see, completed her day.  Your grandma was this strong independent lady, but no matter who she touched or spoke to you knew that she would change the mood in the air to a brighter mood.

When your grandma would come home from work or from shopping and I was at the house, she would automatically give me a great big smile with a bigger hug.  Then she would ask me how my day was.  I would tell her and she would say, "Oh really," and then follow it with a ton of questions.

The one thing I'm really going to miss is that in the morning when I would come over, she would always ask if I was hungry, and if I said no, she would tell me to eat anyways.  "I will make you something and you will eat if you have time.  The other memory that I have is when she had something in the car like a few bags.  I would ask her if she needed any help and she would say "no."  I would follow her to the car like I was holding a conversation with her and I would automatically grab everything that I could carry and bring it in the house.  She would say, "I could have done it," and I would tell her "not when I'm around."  She would give me a hug and a smile and say, "Thank you."  Then all of a sudden she would say, "I'll make you something to eat."  All I could say was "OK" because, looking at her with that smile, you really couldn't say "no."

Towards the last few times that I was around your grandma, all that we could talk about was how big her grandbabies were getting, and all we could do was laugh and smile with joy.

Those are the main memories I cherish the most about your grandmother.  When the both of y'all get bigger and you have questions about grandma, ask me.  I would love to talk about them with you.

Love the both of you with all my heart.

Richard,

I loved your mom.  Her energy was inspiring.  Her smile encompassed her entire being and she was beautiful.  She encouraged me every time I saw her and made me feel that nothing was impossible or out of reach.  I feel certain she affected countless numbers of others in the same way.  I admired and respected her and will always be grateful for her positive influence on me.  Every moment spent around her was a joy.  I am devastated that she has left this earth and I will miss her.

I cherish our conversations about raising boys.  She was so proud of you, Richard, as a son and as a man.  She appreciated everything about you and always spoke in terms of the strength of your character, a fact that was clearly a source of personal joy for her.

God bless and keep you, cause His face to shine upon you and give you peace.

Dear Elinor, my very special friend, my soul mate,
When we met without a lot of introduction to each other, we loved each other and we had a lot of laughter and good times.  I think you saw in me mom #2.  You were an angel in my life when I needed you.  I miss you and hope to see you again.
Elinor will be my best friend for all eternity.

I cannot tell you the sadness I have in Elinor's passing.  She was a wonderful friend.  I knew Elinor from St. Philip.  Our Church family has lost a strong sister in Christ.  Her beautiful smile and embrace, every time I saw Elinor will forever remain with me.

Richard, I did not know Elinor well.  Our relationship was through you and Jefferson.  What I admired so much about her was her fierce independence and confidence that all things are possible.  She had a strong moral compass and an infectious delight in living life fully and embracing adventure.  I loved that about her as much as I love the measure of the man you have become because she was a part of your life.  Family and true friends are everything and she lived that thought.  I know she will watch over you and your family as you walk through life.  Love transcends all...it is one of God's greatest gifts.

It's hard to understand why people are taken from us, but I pray that you find comfort in knowing you were a special part of a very special life.  Everyone at St. Philips will always remember Elinor as smiling and happy, a devoted child of God.  Peace be with you.

In the little time that I did get to know Elinor, it was evident as to what an amazing grandmother, mother and friend she was. She was always smiling, happy and a very warm person. I met her at salsa socials and I am so glad that I got to witness the close relationship that Elinor and Richard shared and the adorable dances of mother with her son. She was a wonderful person to have known and will be truly missed.

Cousin Nellie -- her smile lit up the room -- was quite serious minded.  She was a dreamer, but she worked hard to make those dreams come true.  Nellie wanted her home to be Richie and Amy's home as well, so that she grab those moments with them -- then with Raziel and Aliyah -- that could only happen if the family was kept together. She was generous, practical, funny, deeply spiritual, a joy to be around.  We only met in 1995 at Lolo Carl and Lola Rose's 50th wedding anniversary celebration, after years of seeing photos sent from the PI.  But when we did meet, it was as though we'd been friends forever. We will miss you, Nellie.  You had an open, trusting heart.  May your memory be a blessing.

Ms. Sharon was a wonderfully nice woman.  I didn't know her as well as I should have, but I can say that she was a truly caring person.  She was always wanting to feed Richard's friends and willing to dance with us wallflowers when we did not have the courage to get out on the dance floor.  She was an awesome person.

Tita Nellie, I will always remember you as a kind, generous and very faithful beautiful lady. I am happy I got to know you and have you in my life! I know you are at peace smiling down on us from heaven with your Cousin, my father Sergio Huliganga Villafuerte. You will be forever in my heart!

Dearest Raziel and Aliyah,

We haven't met yet, but we will soon. My name is Kaykham “Kai” Sysounthorn. Your dad, Ric, and I had been friends since we were in the IB program together at Wichita East High School in Wichita, KS USA, some 20 years ago. I knew your Nanay just as long, or as I respectfully addressed her as Ms. Sharon.

What I can say about your Nanay? There are not enough words in the human language to accurately convey the impact she had on all the lives she touched, either through her influences or many examples. Instead of one particular story or one instance in time that most affected me, with Ms. Sharon in my life, it is the consistency of her personality and nature that truly had the longest, lasting effect on me.

As I mentioned, I knew your Nanay for 20 years, since I was 14 years old in those formable years where a strong and positive mentoring figure help shaped my outlook upon the world and how I should be as a person. Your Nanay was such a figure. She was SO CONSISTENT. I cannot emphasize how she was unweaving. I remember during our many meals together, she always pray and gave thanks to the meal we were going to have. The meal could have been at McDonald to a fancy dinner at a four stars restaurant. It didn't matter! I am not a religious person, but out of my great admiration and respect for Ms. Sharon, I followed suit. When she had me over for home cooked meals, either in Wichita, or when I visited her and your dad in Houston, she always stuffed me solid! She was so kind and sweet to me when I was a guest at her house. I never was for wanting anything, whether it was toothpaste to offering to wash my dirt clothing before I headed back home. 

As kind as she was, she was a mother first and a fierce discipliner. I cannot count the number of times your Nanay and I had conversations about your dad, and her hope and dreams for him. She loved him so much, and always firmly kept him on the straight and narrow, even though he likes to stray off the beaten path. I, and most likely, she knew her nurturing and strict upbringing of your father will keep him safe, and guide him to the proper choice. So remember when your dad seems to be mean and unreasonable, it is to prepare y'all for the life ahead. For that I am grateful for your Nanay's unfeather, pure example of a mother. Your father and I always equivalent motherhood to sainthood, your Nanay is a Saint in my life and for many others.

My fondest memory and it happen to be my last time I talked to your Nanay, was at your mother's and father's wedding. The memory and conversation is as clear to me as I am writing to y'all at this moment. After the chaos of the wedding ceremony and traditional rituals, your Nanay and I had a moment to reflect and catch-up. During the reception, we were in the back room, away from the dance floor where your mom and dad were breaking it down! Your Nanay didn't say much, but I can tell as she looked upon your mom and dad dancing together, that your Nanay felt a completeness and she had no need to worry (too much) about your dad's path in life. I gave your Nanay a firm hug and said, “You done good. Ric is a good kid.” She smiled back to and said, “Kai, you were always a good friend to Richard.” Which I have to admit, made me tear up.

I am so happy y'all had the opportunities to spend some times with your Nanay. Hold on to those loving memories tight! For memories is what shapes who we are and anchor us to each other. 

Love,
Kai
Kaykham Sysounthorn 
Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 2013

Elinor was an amazing lady and a very proud grandmother. She always had a smile on her face and a true sense of happiness about her. Elinor adored Razzi like no other. It was the most delightful thing to see when they played together. I remember, one social evening, I went to the back room to check on Razzi and there was Elinor, on the floor playing with Razzi and I asked her if she would like me to watch him so she could go dance for a while and with a quick reply she said, "no thank you I'm right where I want to be". It was the sweetest thing. They both were just laughing and having a great time. Those are the type of memories I have of Elinor....amazing!

Elinor, giving my impression of you is as challenging as describing the true essence of a rose.  

Asides from the dancing and your contagious smile, I remember a conversation we once had regarding some sort of cellphone business you were embarking upon.  To me, this seemed a bit out of character, but the truth is, I never knew you that well, so casting that judgment upon you is unfair.  Nevertheless, in my gut, I feel that you are someone who always thinks of others before yourself, at whatever personal cost.  When I read the following koan, written by Hakuin, I think of you:

The monkey is reaching
For the moon in the water.
Until death overtakes him 
He'll never give up.
If he'd let go the branch and
Disappear in the deep pool,
The whole world would shine
With dazzling pureness. 

Say hello to the fish for me.  
Metta, Raúl.

We knew Elinor through salsa dancing, and were always happy to see her at salsa social events, and have a dance or two. She was a spreader of Light: she spread it through her touch, her smile, her kind and positive attitude, and most of all, through her eyes. Elinor just made us feel special - like we mattered. She was a rare person who truly allowed Agape love to flow directly through her, unimpeded, for the benefit of us all. She was a gift to us. May we all seek to emulate her during the time we are each given on earth. 
We are so very sad that she was taken from us, and we will miss her very much.

Manang Nellie was a dear cousin, a warm loving person with a beautiful smile, sparkling eyes, and an enthusiasm for life which she easily shared with family and friends.  She was always one of the quiet leaders of our clan of cousins and will be sadly missed.  I first met Manang Nellie when I was 16.  Mom and Papa took our family on a vacation to the Philippines during the Christmas holidays.  I remember a wonderful Christmas party hosted by Manang Nellie and Manong Arthur where we laughed and danced and sang.  Richard was just a toddler at the time.  Manang Nellie and Richard also attended our wedding in Ottawa when Anne and I got married. During our many visits and chats, she would often have advice on health, finances, family; what a wealth of knowledge she had!  These are cherished memories.  Rest in peace Manang Nellie and may God bless you and your family.

She is one person you always wanted to see in ICU, sometimes, I just peek in just see if she is there and I still do, she is gone but never will be forgotten. You will be miss dearly.

Elinor always had a smile on her face and was a great salsa dancer. She'll definitely be missed.

Ahhh, Elinor, it was so fun dancing salsa with you. I remember taking Richard's class and you and I were partnered together a few time. It was really fun with you and I know that you must be dancing in heaven. Fond memories! You will be missed.

Elinor Sharon was a devout Catholic woman who shared her love of God by being a loving friend and doing and sharing her talents with others. She always said 'yes' to the smallest of duties. She did not ask if there would be a personal cost. As the president of the women's guild that she belonged at her beloved St.Philip', I can attest that Elinor was known and loved as someone who would always say 'Yes'... while smiling. We did not expect to loose her so soon. Her beautiful ways and kindly gestures are missed by her friends and associates and all at St.Philip the Apostle Catholic Church.

So much of what we pass on as a legacy is passed on through those who are left behind us. The single most important thing we can leave behind is reflections of our character. Eleanor had it in spades. She was a woman of humility, but also set in her ways. She would let you disagree with her, nod her head or smile at you, and then go right back to the way she had done something for decades. 

What an amazing woman she was. I knew Eleanor through her son Richard. I saw her as we grew up. That woman was a tireless worker. Working 2 jobs most of the time to be able to provide for "Ritchie". She loved him deeply. She cared about his well being above her own. Eleanor lived sacrificially for him and others around her. Always willing to provide and share. 

She was an excellent judge of character. I recall her giving the thumbs up or thumbs down to Richards friends. Almost always being right in her assessment of them. I remember a story Richard told of her. They were at Yia/Yia's (a popular hang out for Richard and I) eating dinner with a young lady and some friends. She told the young lady she was so pretty, to which the young lady thanked her. Eleanor then told her that she must not do dishes very much. Her jaw dropped and Richard just laughed, because she was right. But that was Eleanor for you. Always blunt and to the point, but did it with such a kind innocence that it never came across as mean spirited.

She was a hard working and frugal woman, always putting others first.  She was so giving to others, willing to go without herself so that someone else might have.  I imagine there are times that this was taken advantage of by others, but Eleanor wasn't the kind of person who stopped giving. Her character was such that giving to others in need was of such high value.  I remember Richard telling me that his mom hadn't bought new glasses for herself for years so that he could have ones that were correct for him.  She went without new clothing for herself so that Richard would be take care of.  But she always took good care of what she had.  Everything was packed up in their original boxes for shoes.  Her clothes were always neatly hung up and usually in their dry cleaning bags so that they didn't get dirty.  She held on to medical books years after they went out of date 'just in case'.  I remember hearing stories of her and Richard going on a trip to see friends and her packing the rice cooker and little portable stove so they could make meals in their hotel room rather than eating out. 

I remember being introduced to the Filipino culture through the June Balls held in Wichita KS.  I remember the year Richard turned 16, him renting a tux for his formal dance he had rehearsed for it.  Eleanor would not stop smiling that night.  She beamed with pride as she saw her son go through the dance.  Was so proud that her 'Ritchie' was growing up.  Then of course were the Filipino gatherings.  And the food.  Always the food.  Of course you couldn't get to a Filipino gathering on time.  No one was there when it was supposed to start, and Richard and Eleanor were no exception.  But no one cared that you were late, everyone was there for the food and the friendship.  I remember being at the Abay's house in Wichita, Eleanor, Teta Li and the Abay's mom all sitting around laughing and telling stories in Tegala.  I didn't understand a lick of it, but knew when she said "ay nako" that she was talking about her beloved son.  

She always had a warmness to her.   When I would go over to their apartment to hang out and she would get home from work, her first concern was whether I had eaten.  Even though she was likely tired from working 2 days straight, she wanted to be sure that I was taken care of.  Even though she was exhausted she would let Richard and I hang out so that he could have his friend stay.  

Those who had the fortune to be a part of her life are blessed.  But she has passed on her character to her son, to those who let her influence their lives.  She will always be with us.  Smiling down on us from above laughing and saying "ay nako" as she watches over.  Thank you Eleanor for your life, your character, your passion for your son, your integrity and your faith.

Mrs. Sharon had such a beautiful soul. She was very loving and had such a big heart. She was a strong woman, a hard worker (one of the hardest workers I've ever known), and would do anything for her family & friends. Her love for her "darling anak" as she would always say, was unconditional. I can only imagine the love she had for her grand babies...Her kindness will always be remembered. My Prayers go out to you and your family. May God bless you and keep you.

Elinor's beautiful smile was a blessing she shared with all, even when she was having a difficult day.  I will miss her warm embrace, and I am moved to tears with that realization.  I look forward to meeting my sister in Christ again.  Some are shared with us in our lives for only a short time, and I am thankful for those few years with Elinor.  She was a blessing to those of us who knew her, and to many more who didn't.  I am learning from others that she helped many privately.  She was a quiet, joyful Christian soldier.  My prayers are with the Sharon family during this very difficult time.

A great Lady, Human Being, i loved to talk to her.  Wonderful dancer.

Auntie Nellie, the younger sister of my mother, Joselyn Huliganga Fabe has always been a gentle and good aunt. Auntie Nellie introduced me to Uncle Arthur Sharon, her late husband when I was in Grade 5. Uncle Arthur and Auntie Nellie were obviously very much in love and they visited us in Cebu to inform my mother that they are getting married. Auntie Nellie brought me to Cebu with Uncle Arthur and my mom to be exposed to the big city and to experience Magellan Hotel, the best hotel at that time. Uncle Arthur introduced me to wine-tasting during their short stay. He also told me that he loves Auntie so much that he feels as if his heart would explode, Auntie Nellie was very kind to me. When I enrolled in Economics at UP Diliman, she accompanied me for several days at the University Registrar's Office. Then she told me not to allow my city-bred classmates to put me down since I come from the province. She told me to be patient and be focused on my course. I thank God for sending me a good aunt, Auntie Nellie.

As my step mother, Elinor kept maturing with age. As she grew older, she maintained her energy levels and just became a warmer and better individual. We were so looking forward to seeing her on our forthcoming trip this December and will miss her very much.

Richard and Amy,
Our hearts,thoughts and prayers are with you in this time of your loss.
Manang Nellie (as I call her) will always be remembered for her very sweet smile,sweet personality that no one can resist.She has all the traits that anyone can be proud of.
To Raziel and Aliyah,
Although nanay left you, and us too soon.....she is now in a very peaceful place with our LORD,watching over you, making sure you will grow up as good,obedient children.
To manang Nellie....mahal na mahal ka namin.
                                                                      Edna and family
                                                                       Vancouver,BC

Dear Richard, Raziel & Aliyeh

Just call me your Auntie/Great-Auntie Datz from the Aberin-Huliganga side of the family.

I knew your mom and nanay as a young woman in her 20's, fashionable and intelligent. She was already juggling and balancing life as a young mother to Richard, finishing her medical school and running a business with her husband, your Dad/GrandDad Arthur, a strong willed Australian Jew. This connection linked my own past and present now as a Jewish Flipino.

It is now clear that Elinor kept her strong beliefs and followed that path.
Dear Mg. Nell, you were like a big sister to me and my heart is grieving.

So often I have thought back to Richard and Amy's wedding. When it was time for the groom and his mom to dance they started dancing this salsa type dance! You could see the love between this mother and her son! I have remembered that moment through the years and have talked about it to others! What a delightful lady! What a wonderful son!

I remember her for loving this crazy white guy her son brought home from starbucks one crazy day and making me feel welcome. She was like a mother to all she met and I will miss her dearly.

Whenever I would come to the house to spend time with Richard and his family, Miss Elinor would often show up late from being at work. Without knowing me very well at all she always greeted with with the sincerest smile on her face and a hug. If she found me alone in the kitchen, Miss Elinor would ask me about my life. She did not ask in a way to make small talk, but she asked out of a obvious care for knowing me and taking time to value my existence. I remember bringing new furniture into the living room that I had driven across town with Richard and Amy to pick up. When we got back to the house and Uncle David and I were carrying in big sofas, Miss Elinor immediately jumped up to try and help us carry them and place them even after she had just hurt her arm. Richard had to convince her that it was okay for her not to help. Miss Elinor loved on Raziel constantly and loved to play with him. Raziel always loved seeing his Nanay come home. The impact Miss Elinor has had and her legacy are most certainly defined by genuine care for others and a heart of service.

My husband and I met Elinor through the Houston salsa community. I always looked forward to seeing her, she was always with a bright smile and a hug to say hello. Her kindness radiated about her and you could see how proud she was of her son, Richard and his lovely bride, Amy.

I met Elinor when we both worked at Kingwood medical center. I did days and she did nights and many mornings I would get report from her. It was very obvious how much she cared for her patients and that she was a wonderful nurse. Then she moved on to another facility but later came back as a shared employee and once again I got to see Elinors smiling face. She ALWAYS had a smile, even the last time I ran into her at Bed,bath and Beyond, and she had been having problems with her shoulder I believe it was, still she had a smile, She just always seemed to be very happy with her life and her family meant the world to her, that was her EVERYTHING. She was certainly a very special  woman and now she is up there in that great cloud of witnesses, cheering the rest of us on in our race in this thing we call life. May God Bless you and comfort you all.

I met Tita Elinor only once but fondly remembered her as my classmate Richard's mother.  It was during our graduation from WSU on 5/25/02 where I had the distinct pleasure of meeting her on that gorgeous spring day.  It felt like I knew her for years as we immediately connected like close family.  Later that day we celebrated at a gathering and Tita Elinor was an exceptional host ensuring we had a great time and plenty to eat.  Her warmth and hospitality was truly moving and second to none.  I moved out of state later that year and unfortunately never saw her again.  Her recent loss is tragic not only for the ones close to her but also the world.  It is atleast comforting to know that heaven received an angel among us.  Please accept my deepest condolences and God bless the Sharon family.

I knew Elinor from my Church family. She was a member of our choir as well as a Eucharistic Minister. Not only that, but behind the scenes she quietly helped those in need as well as visiting priests from the Philippines. She was always giving of herself in one form or fashion. I know of no one who met her that wasn't affected by her in some way. When I think of her, I think of a gentle, kind woman. Someone that personified what it means to be a Christian. She loved God. I saw this in her not only as she served others but in her quiet, prayerful times before the altar at Mass. I can still see her in my mind's eye, praying and thanking God. I see her singing with that beautiful smile every time she sang with our choir. She will be sorely missed and I thank God that she was a part of my life. May her soul rest in everlasting peace. Until we meet again sweet Elinor...

I worked with Sharon for many years then she became my friend. I will always remember her quick smile. Her amazing love for her son was an inspiration to me. I remember when she was looking for the house she bought last  we laughed that she had to make sure it was one level for wheelchair access when she held her 100 th bday party and all of us were in chairs. I'm going to miss her sooo much

I met Ms. Sharon only once but I remember it well. I was with my dear high school friend Richard & we stopped by to say hi to his mom. I will never forget her warmth and kindness as she greeted us in the kitchen. She even gave me a beautiful embroidered yellow outfit. It was so cheery! Prayers and deepest sympathies to all her family and friends.

Mrs. Sharon is my definition of success. She blessed everyone she met, loved truly, worked hard, and stayed humble. More than that, she left an impact on me though I met her only a handful of times. Her smile, laughter, and sweet ways are not those easily forgotten. My heart goes out to her family and close friends, as I was only an acquaintance, and yet love her dearly.

We still can't believe that our cousin, Doctor Nellie is gone. I always remember her as a sweet, loving, soft spoken, kind, beuatiful cousin. Her late Dad, Uncle Mundong is my late Dad's younger brother Renato Erning Huliganga. I an forever grateful to Manang Nellie, she unselfishly gave  up her Bedroom in Roxas District for my Sister and I, so we can have a place to sleep while we were in College in Manila. In the early '70s. Manang Nel was studying to be a Doctor for her Medical Degree at UERM back then, we knew how hard it was , but she did not hesitate to help us, her poor cousins.... Manang Nellie, you did not only help us to have a better future, you have inspired us. We are forever grateful. Rest in peace Manang. You are now with our Lord...

Dear Raziel & Aliyeh,

My name is Joe Huliganga and I am a first cousin of your Lola Nellie (my Manang Nellie).  I am the youngest son of Jose & Raymunda (Raymi) Huliganga and I live in Vancouver, BC, Canada. I always will remember that your Lola Nellie's mother & father (my Uncle Mund and Auntie Med) was also the older brother and older sister of MY mother & father..... ie. I always thought that was the neatest thing, that my mom married the younger brother of her older sister's husband.... lol, OR you could also say.... my dad married the younger sister of his older brother's wife!!  So we shared the same grandparent's on BOTH sides of the family!!!

Now the first time I met my cousin (Lola Nellie) was on a family christmas vacation in 1980 when we flew home to the Philippines for the first time (I grew up in Vancouver, Canada).  I was a young teenager (just turned 13) and remember staying at your Lola's house for a few days while we visited in Manila, and your dad (Richard) was just a baby at the time.  I remember she hosted a big christmas dinner party at her house it was so much fun!!

The next time I saw her was at my brother Paul's wedding in 1992 in Ottawa, ON, Canada, and your dad (Richard) was probably 12 or 13 at the time.  Then in 2008, I saw her again in Vancouver, Canada for the FLORENDO FAMILY REUNION.  I remember she was SO PROUD of her son (YOUR DAD) Richard's
"Salsa Dancing" and she was SO looking forward to performing with him in the FAMILY TALENT SHOW.

I will always remember her for her beautiful smiles and that she was funny and her infectious laughter brightened up any room. She was an amazing person who touched so many people's lives, including my own.... and her love of family and life will always be remembered.

She will be dearly missed. God bless you both.

I will always remember Manang Nell.  She was beautiful not only on the outside.  She was also a very generous person.  I remember visiting her in her lovely, beautiful home at New Manila, she always welcome us with open arms, no prejudice.  Richie, I remember you as her beautiful little baby.   I know you may not remember me, your mum is one I will never forget.  May her soul rest in peace.  My deepest sympathy and condolences.  Your Auntie Reli.  When you and family have a chance, please come visit us in Australia.

The first two fruits of the Spirit are love and joy and I don't think this is by accident. Personally, I think these two fruits show Christ the most and those marked by them are undeniably His children. These two characteristics are the first things I think of when I think of Elinor because they defined her life. I once heard a quote which states, “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” This is so true. I couldn't tell you anything Elinor said to me because I honestly don't remember, but I know she cared about me and anyone who walked through her front door because she always greeted people with excitement and a warm embrace. No matter who you were or what the situation was, she would always make sure to make you feel loved and then find something to laugh about with you. She took joy in life and in people because she knew the importance of doing so. Whether because she learned through experience or just because of the Spirit inside her, Elinor knew those things in life which truly mattered. Just by watching her and being around her, anyone is immediately reminded that no matter what is happening and what trials are present, love and joy are paramount. They show Christ and lead to peace. Elinor knew this well. I will never forget being interrupted during dinner by the incessant laughter coming from this loving grandma and two children playing ‘london bridges' in the living room. Everyone in the house could not help but stop what they were doing to admire this humble woman who loved at all costs and could not care less what others thought of her. The joy was like a wave which swept throughout the whole house. It was a beautiful moment.

Dear Richard and family,
pls. receive our sympathy and love from my family.God will give you comfort and peace.we will see your mom in that great resurrection morning.
I worked with your mom in Kingwood medical center since 1997-2001;evertime we worked together she always mentioned you in her conversation.her smiles,her sweetloving spirit i always treasure.she is gone but not forgotten.she left a beautiful legacy to all the people she encountered in her life.she accomplished her mission the Lord entrusted in her.When the Lord comes she will be sitting in His right hand,with God saying"Well done,my faithful servant." We have this hope that burns within hearts,
 Hope in the coming of the Lord.
 We have this faith that Christ alone imparts' Faith in the promise of His Word.to see our loved ones face to face when he comes.God bless you and your family!!

My prayers are with you and your family.  I know your Mom will be greatly missed, but always in your heart!   Addie and Felicia

I work with elinor for many years she will be turly missed.my sympathy goes out to the famly. may god bless and keep you may god bless. Ermestome sneed Houston, Texas

What a lovely lady. I always enjoyed talking with Elinor--we would reminisce about Wichita, where we both lived in earlier times.  She was dignified, gracious, authentic, and a beautiful dancer. I cannot believe she is no longer with us, but she will live on in our memories.  Deepest condolences to Richard and Amy.

For a beautiful lady and a beautiful soul. She will always be in our hearts. God bless you Elinor

Richard,
My deepest sympathy to you, Amy, your children and family.  Words can not express the sadness hearing the loss of your mother.  May God comfort you during this time.

Dearest Richard and Amy,
My heart breaks for your loss.  I have heard so many wonderful things about your mother, it must have been an honor to know her.  Your family is in my thoughts and prayers.
Deepest love,
Miranda Klinner

I don't remember a moment with Elinor that did not involve smiling or joy.  It was always a pleasure to share songs with her on the dance floor!

I will miss you Elinor.  I couldn't believe it was you.  We were together in the Philippines for a long time. From our Pre-Med days to the time we graduated from medical school. We had a good friend Nan Salvacion who lives near your house in Roxas District, Quezon City, Phils. I knew how hard working you were.  I shared some memorable days with you, Arthur and Richard who was so small then..  I will never forget your infectious laugh!  You're  always full of energy!  The last time I saw you was when you had a class reunion here in Las Vegas.  I was even planning to visit you next year (2014) during spring break...The Lord bless you and keep you.....
                                                      Estelita Villafranca-De Mesa
                                                          Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
                                                          Malolos, Bulacan, Philippines

Dearest Raziel & Aliyeh, in 1995 your Lola came to my parents' 50th wedding anniversary party in Brookfield, WI. They were thrilled that their niece would travel so far to celebrate this milestone. Lola Nellie was so thoughtful & utterly devoted to you & your Mom & Dad. She was funny, lovable, energetic, & always spoke her mind. She will be sorely missed. God bless you.

We will miss Elinor at Mass on Sundays.  She always was a faithful servant at our church. May her soul rest in peace.

May the God of Comfort be with you and your family in this time of grief.

Mama Sharon,

I can't thank you enough for the kindness you always showed me. You were such an amazing lady and I will remember you always. You left behind an amazing legacy that I am so grateful to know. Till we meet again.

Love,
Ean

you will be missed surely Elinor. the smile in your lips, your eyes; your meekness. May your soul have the eternal peace. Enjoy the company of your creator.

Elinor was a dear friend of my mother in law, Vicky Janosky. I met her briefly and had the opportunity to visit with her only two or three times during our visits to Houston. On one of those occasions she introduced me to her son Richard, whom shared the same light, warmth, peace and joy that Elinor exhuberated. I'm honored to have known a women who quickly impressed on me true love, patience and kindness...

Elinor was a sweet, caring classmate in the medical school. fun to be with. A real smart lady and a sincere loving friend. You will always be remembered. May God be with you.

A POEM For Elinor

You are a family to us
The happy memories of your presence
In all our family celebrations
Will forever be remembered with fondness.
You have gone to a better place now
But you will always be in our hearts
Your infectious smile and humorous ways
Will carry us through this difficult time.
You will sorely be missed
Goodbye and sleep in peace our dear Elinor.

We will surely miss you! Rest in Peace with The Lord.

A POEM FOR ELINOR
You are like a family to us
The happy memories of your presence
In all our family celebrations
Will forever be remembered with fondness.
You have gone to a better place now
But you will always be in our hearts.
Your infectious smiles and humorous ways
Will carry us through this difficult time.
You will sorely be missed
Goodbye and Sleep in Peace our dear Elinor! 
                                                                         Gundaya Family (Humble, TX)

I will always remember Elinor's smile and positive outlook. She brought her own happiness wherever she went. Several years ago we started calling each other 'sister' because we came into work one day with the exact same hairstyle. Elinor came up with the idea and it stuck. I remember that each time we saw each other, with her bright smile, Elinor would always say it first--Sister! I will miss you my sister. May your family be comforted in knowing that you will always be with them in spirit and will all meet again someday.

Elinor left a positive impact on us worthy of emulation.Your ever smling face will remain fresh in our minds .We will  miss you and take solace that you are resting in God's bosom.

Elinor's smile and pleasant personality brought joy to the world. Many lives have been touched by this very special lady, always happy to serve and shine the light of Jesus onto others. She held high regard and a heart full of love for her family and friends, most especially her son and his family that she loved so very much.  We will all miss Elinor very much and thank God for sharing her with us and now for holding her in His in loving hands.

Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.

OBITUARIO

Elinor Nellie Huliganga Huliganga Sharon

3 febrero, 1950 – 1 noviembre, 2013

Kingwood Funeral Home

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