Maida M. Sy
August 1,1991- November 15,2010
I am as heartbroken and heartbroken gets. But come hell or high water I will be at her service next to my nephew and try not to ask God why this had to happen. And beg Him everyday for the ability to forgive her murderer. Because that's what he did when he got in that car drunk. He committed murder.
Our Mai was a kindred spirit- an artist and a curious book worm who always wanted to poke through my art supplies and my books when she came to my house. I was planning to buy her one of my favorite field guides for Christmas. The last time I saw her, the 3 of us took a walk on the beach at dusk and watched the sky turn colors and laughing in the dark. She danced in my living room and we practiced speaking French because she wanted to visit France one day, like me. Not only did she speak French but English and Tagalog, the home language of my mother's giving her extra brownie points. I always saved my make up to give her whenever I got a buy one/get one or if I changed my mind and thought it looked better on her. I sent her a facebook message just the other day telling her I wanted her to record a video with me for my youtube channel. She would come to my house full of stories about how it was to be raised in by Filipino parents who didn't recognize their American daughter because she knew I had been there done that. We would laugh together about it and I would imitate my mom for her. They brought her here so that she would have a better education and a better life not so that they could bury her. I loved her not only because she loved a boy who is as dear to me as if I had given birth to him myself but also because of who she was and what I saw in her heart. I want the world to know how sweet she was and how much we all loved her. I want the world to know that a piece of goodness and beauty is gone from it.