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Unlike what I just found out about my paternal grandmother, I always knew about the daughter that my maternal grandmother had, who died (stillbirth). I don't exactly remember when my Mom told me about her, but all my cousins know about her and my aunts and uncles bring up her name from time to time. She would be in her 60s today, no doubt as warm and as loving as the rest of the family. Years ago (ok, just 2.5) a few days before my wedding, my uncle debuted a big banner of our family tree. After he pointed out where wannabe dad's rightful place was on the banner (cue the happiness tears!), I scanned the rest of the family members and saw Aunt Gloria's name. She was and is still remembered.

My maternal grandmother has been in a care home since early November following a hip fracture and surgery. At 94 she is sometimes lucid, and others she is downright hilarious. ("Ma, do you know who I am?" "Why, don't you know who you are?") I am positive that she thinks about her lost daughter even after all these long years.

9 months since our daughters left this world. They are in our hearts, maybe even reincarnated in Kika and Limu. We always said that we were blessed with our twins because we lost a baby and Mr. Elvis died. So who the heck is Kaleo?