ipilPictures taken by teacherjulie. Thank you so much!

Last year when I visited the province, Ipil surprisingly showed up in my hut. As usual, she was full of smiles, full of life,  and full of plans in the future.

She came from a brood of a dozen children – the kindest among her siblings, I must say. Coming from a huge family, she learned to do odd jobs at a young age, aside from cleaning, cooking, laundry, and taking care of her younger siblings. She was pretty smart, with a degree in Civil Engineering. She also possessed incredible talents in arts and crafts, which she cultivated and developed, and paved the way to a successful little business in the province.

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Though there was a twist to this story, she was actually sicker than the exterior appearance she was showing.  When I got to talking with her in my hut, I found out that she had lumps all over her body. She actually had me touch some of them. I never thought it was something serious as she seemed fine and full of spirit. She mentioned though that she had been seeing a doctor in Manila, and he recommended a chemo, but she chose against it . I didn’t know exactly what went on in her mind, but I am guessing that she was probably hoping she would get better with the quackery options in the province.

I left the province and I haven’t heard anything about her until December 2008. She was miserable then per my cousin. I suggested to my cousin that it is best if she quit her business of paper making as it might have something to do with her  illness. The paper making uses harsh chemicals to dissolve the abaca bark into liquid, and without proper precaution, it could be harmful to anyone.  Quitting her business was the last thing in her mind because that was her only source of livelihood and besides,  her business was flourishing, and was getting bulk orders from popular malls in Manila. Actually, last November, she still managed to hold a booth in Virac to showcase and sell her products, although she was feeling sicker and sicker then.

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Just recently, I received a text from my brother that Ipil had passed away at 34. She left behind a 3 year-old boy and a young husband.  What a terrible loss! Rest in peace Ipil.

And all I have to remember her of is this hand-made bag below that she gave me last June.

Ipil:  Tita B, this is for you.

Me: (surprise) Oh, this is beautiful, thank you. How much do I owe you?

Ipil: Nothing, it is my gift for you.

Me:  Let me see if I can find something for you in my suitcase.

Ipil: No need.

Me: (came back with a white blouse) Here, this is for you.

Ipil:  Thank you

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