She was the “big” woman of the house with a commanding presence that tells you “You better behave!”. But it is not out of fear, but a complex mix of her personality that draws you to her. She was Rosita Diaz Lasco. Just a mention of her name triggers a heaviness that brings tears to my eyes. She died a week ago and I just miss her – my mother-in-law.
I married her eldest son when we were yet juniors in UPLB. Suddenly all hopes of a bright future for her son were crushed. Surely, it was not an easy emotion to dealt with. Yet, even in the early years of our marriage, I only…continue reading..