2. Hello darkness … my old friend, I've come to talk with you again,

3. Because a vision softly in creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

4. and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains...

5. within the sound of silence

7. WHY MUST A S OUL SO GENTLE AND KIND BE TAKEN AWAY SO YOUNG?

8. WHY MUST A S PIRIT JUST ABOUT TO COME OUT BE SNUFFED OF ITS LIFE?

9. D ID SHE DESERVE T O DIE S O S UDDENLY?

10. W HAT ABOUT HER D REAMS? O NE OF THEM.

11. STORY FORGET . story and so begins a YOU will never a story

12. A story of OF TEARS & PAIN LOVE & LAUGHTER OF FAITH & ACCEPTANCE

27. Kinder 2 at the Poveda Learning Center

35. At the Universal Studios

37. Grade 4 at St. Scholastica’s College, Manila

42. With next older brother Kuya Benjo

46. With Mama

51. With Ate Claudia and cousin Myron

53. EEKA WAS BORN TO A BIG FAMILY

59. With aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings & parents

60. With girl cousins and sisters

62. With cousins and siblings

65. he

72. With Ate Kyla and Ate Claudia

86. Eeka hero-worshipped her Ate Claudia

89. Eeka is adventurous In November 2007, with brothers, cousins and friends

92. s

113. View from the car about 6km to Sagada

118. With Kuya Benj and Ate Clod

119. With Daddy too

121. With Dad, Kuya Jonas, Janno, Benjo, kid brother Albert and 2 friends

122. Eeka savoring the spray of mist from the falls ABOUT 5 MINUTES BEFORE SHE SLIPPED ON THE ROCK

128. Eating her favorite tempura

132. She draws well…

135. She plays the guitar and sings well

138. She is happy

141. Lori Chamorro, former SunLife agent, wrote the following poem for Eeka upon hearing the shocking news about her demise.

142. TO ZULAIKA, AN ANGEL PASSING BY (Oct 31,1992-Aug 16,2008)

143. You stood beside me, just a breath away – A cuddly little girl, a daughter I pined for but could never have… Your fair, almost luminous face with black, gentle Oriental eyes Calmed the frenzied August Champion air With such loveliness and tenderness, Refreshing, cool waters from a tranquil sea Seemed to kiss and wrap me In the peak of a scorching summer day.

144. You sat beside your mom, no word, no sigh. A quiet spirit – unobtrusive yet captivating. Your short, shiny black hair, Korean bangs Carefully falling on your forehead Framed and set off your porcelain-white innocent face. Your Nanny beckoned and you had to say good-bye. So I waved at you and you waved back with a faint, shy smile. I half-whispered to myself: There’s an angel passing by

145. Many frenzied Augusts came and went And life’s tricky waters, with their joys and tears, Splashed and faded faces and names. But on a day this August, you suddenly came back to me From fragments of stories and snapshots pieced together,

146. Tita Lori Chamorro Los Angeles, California Memories of Eeka in 1995-1996 You stood there – this time, a beautiful fusion Of your Dad’s gentle spirit And your Mom’s fearless and restless soul. Your Nanny beckoned and you had to say good-bye. So, I waved at you again and you waved back with a faint, shy smile. Again, I half-whispered to myself: There’s an angel passing by

147. For the BREATH OF FRESH AIR

148. And the RAY OF SUNSHINE

154. THE END