Class ’68 has had its share of losses. Some years back, the ever-smiling, chinky-eyed, soft-spoken Carmencita Lim-Nuguid succumbed to cancer after putting up a valiant fight. Living an active life to the end, she was working as the Controller for Pathfinders, Inc.

We will never forget the very ladylike Carmencita Dinglasan-Larracas who suddenly and quietly passed on to the next life a year after.

Sometime in 1997, Class ’68 lost another member, Virginia Recio-Bondad. At work at the Hilton Hotel, she complained of a terrible headache. After making a call to her husband, she was rushed to the hospital where she fell into a coma and died due to a massive heart attack, her first and last.

All three members of the class are surely having their own kind of reunion with others who left before them: Susan Salinas and Hilaria Concepcion.

"My Mother was everything to me. She was the hand that rocked my cradle, the spoon that fed me, the ear that listened to my problems, and the arms that tucked me in at night. She was always there to teach and encourage me. When she passed away, the world I had known as a child went with her.

Today I live in the adult world, proud of who I am knowing that I owe a lot to my mother. Her great legacy to me is a good education, but having a loving  and tru Maryknoller for a mother is the greatest gift of all."

"Larrie, in her lifetime, was a good wife, dedicated mother, and a loving daughter. In the States, where she was residing, she took very good care of her children, sending them to a good Catholic school. Sje took care of their education and took good care of their health. she engaged in the business of putting up a Rest Home because she wanted to learn how to take care of people who had got on in years. That is why we, as her parents, were very happy and looked forward to the day when we could retire knowing that there would be somebody to take care of us. But this was not meant to be because Larrie was struck by pneumonia and even a specialized doctor from a very big hospital could not save her. So one can understand what a great loss we felt in her passing away."
Atty. and Mrs. Angel Concepcion.

" I remember the time when I was seven, someone told me I would never really be good at anything. I ran home crying that day and ran straight into my mother's waiting arms. There, I knew I would be understood and loved. With her I didn't have to be smart, beautiful, or well-read; being me was enough. I guess that is what I really remember and miss about my mother Susan ... her understanding. She had a way of making me feel important, safe... and loved in a world I thought had no time for an inquisitive seven-year-old.

No matter how busy she'd be wth her work, my mother made it a point to set aside an hour or so for me. We usually spend that time either drawing or talking about my sometimes quirky ideas about life.

There was never a dull moment with my mom! Our spare time would consist of needlepoint and of course every girl's dream ... SHOPPING! My mom was the original "shopping afficionado"! Whe God made my mom, He had shopping in mind.

I always thought of my mother as a very vibrant person...almost like a candle's flame that would never go out. It came as quite a shock when my aunt took me aside and told me my mother had passed away. I had always known that my mother was never as strong as she pretended to be when she was sick. She would even hide her little pills and capsules and tell me she was fine, but I could always see past her little show of bravery.

I knew that at one time or another, God will call back His creations, but I never expected Him to take away my mom so soon. I was angry at first then remembered what my mother told me during one of our little talks. She told me to accept the things that can't be changed and that I should always hold my head up and never cry.

I guess my mom's death is one of those things I had to accept and I followed my mothers advice. I held my head high but..."