It was still very clear in my head. The time between her breathing began to stretch out with many seconds. Her breathing pattern, too, became louder. It was still in the afternoon, and we were able to exchange a few thank yous and even reminisce happy memories. We were still waiting for her parents to arrive from Nueva Ecija, and she bravely hung on. And after everyone has come, she finally let go and die. It was past midnight. My cousin-in-law, whose body was overwhelmed with a disease that spread exceptionally, died of breast cancer.