thoughts of walking to class and a random gift

shared by Steve Young, her friend from high school

During freshman year of high school, Cyn and I used to walk from 5th period to 6th period every day. I'm not sure how it all started, but I remember it was something I looked forward to. She had Spanish and I had French. We would also walk back to our lockers after 6th period. The day didn't feel quite right during the few times we didn't have our walk, like forgetting to comb your hair in the morning. We still stayed close during the rest of high school, but I think we would both say that during that year our friendship was the strongest.

Fast forward to our first year of college. Out of the blue I get a postcard that read "I could spend two hours on a swing with you, not say one word and that would have been a great day." I can't remember the exact words, but it was something to that effect. Hands down, one of the best random gifts I've ever received in my life. Only Cyn would ever give a gift like that. We hadn't talked since the end of high school, but it was a gift I will always cherish and remember.

Her hugs always made me feel loved, her words always made me feel special and her smile always made me feel alive. I miss you, Cyn.

thoughts of daughters growing up

shared by Linda Pesigan, her aunt and godmother

When I arrived in San Francisco in April 1980, Cindy was the youngest of the Rabuy daughters of my sister Rorie and Kaloi. As I too am the fourth child in the family, I immediately filled the role of taking care of the new baby in the family at Isola Court, which would be my own home for the next five years. As I am also Cindy’s godmother… she became more like my own daughter: feeding her, changing her diapers, playing with her, sleeping with me at night, going places with me --- so much time of bonding.

By the time I got married in 1986, Cindy was my flower girl at my wedding.

When Leslie, my eldest daughter was born in 1989, Cindy was old enough to be taking care of her. In fact, it was like history repeating itself: seeing Cindy in Leslie as she was growing up.

I miss Cindy sooooo much! I was in Manila on that unforgettable day in April 2003. I will forever treasure the fondest memories of a girl who became a significant part of my life.