I have nothing sublime to offer and for that, I would like to apologize. No quotes, no eulogies, no self-penned poems that would probably be incoherent with grief. All I can give right now, or could ever give is a little prayer and probably, this post trying to hold on to your memories still left in my mind.
With each scratched out number in everyone’s calendar, I would probably forget some of these: the recommendation paper that I arbitrarily asked you to write since no one could guarantee Ateneo the excellence I am supposed to have (I doubt you saw it too but you were so kind to accept my request), the time I asked you what facial products you use and affirmed that The Body Shop products are indeed nice, those his and hellos you returned, those questions which made me ponder about life and of which I still have no answers to, that moment you defended the poor and laid their cards on the table for them, those chances you gave me to pull my grade up and somehow, be able to maintain my spot on the Director’s List and the reprimands that made me better — but hopefully, with this space of the web I am alloting you, I won’t. I (and certainly, the other people whose lives you have touched as well) will miss you, Ma’am Shella Paz. You were a great mentor.
May you rest in peace.
