"You are an angel in the shape of my mom.." 

She was, and will always be. The Angelita to my Angelique. 

I always feel so proud and loved whenever I tell the story behind my second name. She was one of the kindest, and endearing person I have ever known. It has been two decades since she was taken away from us, but my heart still aches for her. I can think of a hundred could-have-beens should she still be around. And I can't help but shed a tear whenever I think of her. Nonetheless, deep in my folly, I know that I should be happy because she is already home. Sometimes my prayer was for her to visit me in my dreams. I miss her angelic face, that's all.