Third person pov
Sa huling araw ng kanilang pagluluksa. Nagsaboy sila ng mga puting bulaklak sa bangin. Nagpalipad ng mga puting lobo at mga puting kalapati. Lahat ay nahihirapan na tanggapin ang biglaan na pagkawala ni Yette. Her grandmother Aurora cried out loud. Kagaya ng sinabi niya, siya ang matanda na pero bakit hindi siya ang kinuha ng diyos.
“Rest peacefully in the light, sweetheart. Your love continues to light my way. May you rest peacefully, dear. Your memory brings both tears and smiles, and I am forever grateful. I will carry you in my heart, forever and always. Your life was a melody of love and compassion, and I will cherish each moment. I will miss you more than words can say. I will always remember the way you made me feel. I will always be grateful for the time we had t
