Anonymous
When I reminisce back to the days at 358 Ferndale Ave in South San Francisco, I remembered walking into Nana and Tataââ?¬â?¢s home to be greeted by Auntie Bala. The time spent visiting in San Francisco was filled with Auntie Bala ââ?¬Å?entertainingââ?¬Â the kids as the ââ?¬Å?grown-upsââ?¬Â caught up on the latest news. Auntie Bala provided so much insight to who our relatives are and how we were all related. She could rattle off everyoneââ?¬â?¢s birthday in the family. I remembered at the family parties as everyone was having a good time, Auntie Bala would be watching her favorite TV program. This was her relaxing moment, it was her ââ?¬Å?aloneââ?¬Â time and looking back, itââ?¬â?¢s not a bad idea just to get some time for yourself and relax as Auntie Bala did.Those are the memories that can never be replaced and when I want to get away and look back at where I was and where I am now; it is because of the people in our lives, like Auntie Bala who help shape who we are today. Auntie Bala, may you rest in peace.Love, Ken##imported-begin##Ken Limtiaco##imported-end##