Aedan Pio

20/05/2026

What survives death are the ordinary moments we almost forgot to treasure. I really appreciate this pillow as gift for Mother's Day. Maraming salamat. ❤️‍🩹✨🌙

15/05/2026

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14/05/2026

A mother's love does not end at death it just changes form. Mine became a ritual, a memory... Or a playlist of songs and flowers from the grocery. It's now the excitement to see Jupiter on the night sky or the instinct to still answer “two” when people ask how many children I have because the love I have for Pio (and Bellamy) was never built only for the living.

Pio is still my son and Bellamy is also my son. I am still their Maaa in every universe my heart can imagine... I strongly believe that nothing, not even death, has enough authority to undo that bond. And grief is proof that love learned how to survive without a physical body.

If you've been reading all my stories that I shared about Pio, he knew. I am proud Pio knew he was deeply adored as kids don’t memorize safety through grand speeches. They learn it through presence or being held. He feels it in our hospital staycations that became familiar instead of frightening because I was there with him. I truly hope he felt my love thru his art classes, corny jokes, weekly massages, exercise routines, and ordinary breakfast mornings we used to share... it was hard to keep showing up even if I was breaking myself but I'd do it again. Over and over.

I also hope Bellamy carries that love too. Sometomes I see it in the way he clings to me in photos like I am both his anchor and universe. In a way he calls me "Mooooom" like I was HIS person. And maybe that’s why the grief is so heavy today... I know love did not fail and instead, it succeeded so completely and unconditionally.

I once told Pio maybe in Jupiter he could stand, walk, and paint again, and his eyes lit up. Ever since, I’ve carried this image of P somewhere cosmic and limitless, finally unburdened, still orbiting my love the same way his orbits mine...

And today lemme just post these snaps from our last mother's day together in 2023 because I miss taking photos of the three of us together. 🫶🏻💖

10/05/2026

I still answer “two” when people ask me how many kids I have because I don’t stop being your Maaa just because you died. I love you Pio and we miss you this Maaather's Day. ❤️‍🩹

09/05/2026

Trigger Warning: child loss, cancer, grief, Mother’s Day

This is my third Mother’s Day without Pio and I wrote about the scream I never got to release when Pio was diagnosed, the survival mode that carried us for years, and the kind of motherhood that continues even after death because I am still his mother.

To every mother missing a child this Mother’s Day, I am holding you close. And to everyone who continues to remember Pio with me and Bellamy, thank you. It means more than I can ever fully explain.

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Apparently, survival mode had an 11-year lease and my nervous system would like to speak to the management please?

09/05/2026

We woke up today ng humihikbi si Bellamy. He was pointing to the window and crying, “The sun is back… I wanna go back home.”

He meant sa Pinas.
Kina Mallows and the dogs.
Sa P house ni Titah Angel.
Sa Monteverde kina Wolo and Wola.
And lastly daw...
Our home we shared with his Kuya Pio.

Since Bellamy was born, that apartment held his routines, his growth, his comfort and now, in the quiet of a new country, far from everything familiar, it finally hit him: He is missing it.

I thought we’d managed the transition gently. After all, we went to his favorite beach after we moved out. We lived with my sister and he had Roblox party every night for two weeks. He was laughing, distracted, joyful. But Bellamy, in his own time and way, is now mourning everything he couldn’t process back then.

We laughed when he calls himself homeless a couple of weeks back and refused to let go of any toy... each one tucked away carefully in a Megabox that he knows is locked safely in storage.

And suddenly, I see it:
This isn’t just migration.
This is grief.
This is a goodbye to a life he loved.

I used to think children bounce back easily. But I should’ve remembered... Bellamy thrives in routine. He remembers everything. He feels deeply, even when he can’t name it all.

This morning, B and I held space for the ache.
And slowly, we’ll help him rebuild safety here, not by forcing joy, but by making room for all his feelings.
Because just like me, he’s adjusting too.
Missing what was.
Loving what is.
And learning that being with Daddy now doesn’t erase the ache for everything we left behind.

05/05/2026

To everyone, thank you for holding space for Pio with me. For remembering him, for saying his name, for sharing your own grief so mine doesn’t feel so alone.

Wala nang hihigit pa sa sakit ng isang inang nawalan ng anak. It changes the way you breathe, the way you move through the world… the way you love.

I am dreading Mother's Day but I will be here to remember. To sit with the kind of love that doesn’t end, even when presence does.

If you still have your children in your arms, in your home, in your everyday… I hope you pause. Kahit sandali lang. Be still in your love. Feel it fully. Don’t rush it.

Because I would give anything… anything… just to hold mine again.

And to those who carry this kind of grief too, I see you. I’m with you.

04/05/2026

4 month old Aedan Pio 🫶🏻 miss your voice so much Pio always everyday... I haven't seen you in my dreams for almost 15months now. When ka ulit dalaw? Love you Pio.

29/04/2026

We are still made of each other.

I miss you very very very much, anak.