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This memorial website was created by Ivy Manalang in loving memory of Amalia Manalang.
Amalia was born on 25.07.1930 and sadly passed away on 10.12.2009 at the age of 79.
Amalia is missed greatly by family and friends and will be remembered forever.
She is survived by her eight children, Rio, wife Agnes and children, Audrey and Andrew; Maria Fe, husband Philip and children, Amaree, Rei Felipe and Aliah; Alex, wife Tess and children, Althea and Timothy; Rene, wife Felinel and children, Francis, Robin, Adrianne and Nathan; Myra; Albert; Rodel, wife Ivy and children Andre and Tristan; and Andrei, wife Maria Sheryll and children, Gabriel, Miguel and Alexander.
She is survived by her brother Bert and wife Nenette; sisters Pan; Nila and husband Sammy; Lurs and husband Tek; Babes and husband Jun and sister-in-law, Conching.
12/17/09 THURSDAY & 12/18/09 FRIDAY
2-7 PM Viewing
PALM Mortuary - Eastern 7600 S. Eastern Avenue (702) 464-8500
12/19/09 SATURDAY
10 AM FUNERAL MASS
St. Thomas More Catholic Church, (702) 361-3022
Her final resting place will be at
PALM Valley View Cemetery 7600 S. Eastern Avenue (702) 464-8500
The family requests everyone's prayers for the repose of her soul. May she rest in peace.
BIOGRAPHY
Amalia M. Manalang was born on July 25, 1930 in the remote town of
Born from humble beginnings, Amalia who is fondly called “MALING” OR “ATING MALING” to her family and friends, is remembered as a strong-willed young lady who believed that the pursuit of higher education was the stepping stone from poverty to prosperity. After the war ended in 1942 and in spite of financial difficulty, she strived to earn a degree in education and soon became a colorful public school teacher. Her love for teaching inspired her younger siblings to blaze her trail and soon there were five younger sisters who became professional teachers. She also proved herself to be a good leader, and she became one of the few presidents of the Catholic Women’s League who served the local chapter for several years.
Maling was not the prettiest among the daughters of Apung Ambo (Felix Montemayor). But she possessed that inner beauty which made her popular among her peers and she was once crowned Miss Floridablanca. She was gifted with a beautiful smile and a vibrant personality that attracted not a few men from whom among was a debonair young man, an aspiring accountant by the name of REVELINO MANALANG. They were married on October 20, 1956. She bore him eight children who grew up to be equally handsome, beautiful and well-driven. They were RIO, FE, ALEX, RENE,
To her children who dearly call her “Inang” (which means “our MOM”), she was their pillar of strength, the model of self-discipline, and their inspiration for success. Thirty years ago, her husband died at an early age of 50 and she was left the task of guiding her children to achieve his or her own personal goal. And despite the seemingly insurmountable task, she stood firm and she stood tall – she was able to carry them thru college, seven of her eight stubborn children. And she never stopped being a mother to them even during those painful times when they chose to lead their own separate lives. Not a single day she missed praying for them; she would always extend her arms and her hands in prayer, seeking God’s blessings for each of them, even from far away.
And, indeed, the task of parenting sooner than earlier took a toll on her brave and caring heart. She suffered the first of her several acute heart attacks when she was only 54. But her will to live for her children’s sake never wavered, and miraculously, she survived each of these potentially fatal events. Armed with this creed and mission, she battled heart failure, diabetes and depression for the next 25 long years.
Behind her daily struggles, Inang was the symbol of a joyful heart and generous soul. You should have been there on her 75th birthday – she danced, she sang. She was a picture of happiness and her story became a celebration of life. To this very day, she is the source of our joy. In her death, her arms were outstretched, her face was at peace. For we want to believe that she left us peacefully and painlessly, her outstretched arms happily joining her Creator.
During a time like this we realize how much
family and friends really mean to us.
Your expression of sympathy will always be remembered.
RELATIVES
Auntie Pan
Uncle Bert & Auntie Nette
Auntie Nil & Uncle Sam
Auntie Lurs & Uncle Tek
Auntie Babes & Uncle Jun
Dang Conching & children
Ate Rosing, Ating Pet, Ating Minyang, Ating Celia, Ating Norma, Ating Claring, Ate Sol, Kong Carding & Ating Puring,
Ko Susing & Ate Jo, Ating Linda & Kuya Nes, Ating Baby, Ate Chat, Kong Boyti, Ating Beth,
Kong Boy, Ate Barbs, Ate Lee, Kong Mar, Kong Pusting & Ating Auring, Ating Hortee & Kong Jojo, Alice & Reg,
Homer, Hansel, Harvey & Hazeline,
Bing,
Ancy & Jojo, Mae & Noel, Nil & GJ,
Eric Paul,
Lean & Royan,
Jeng & Cay,
Macalinao Family,
Vital Family,
Victoria Family,
Pascua Family,
Papa Ben, Mama Bing & Avellana Family,
Calingasan Family
Monet Roque,
Tet Vital,
Mia & John Burdios,
Liezl Reyes,
Ate Soling,
Rosie Ordonez,
Jessie Barrozo Laforteza & Barozzo Family,
Reyes Family,
Pangan Family,
Joe Ray Montemayor,
Alma Rebucio,
FRIENDS:
Fred & Vising Alberto,
Orling & Carning Regala,
Domeng & Lucy Serrano,
Jose & Belen Manuel,
Terry Balatbat,
Estrella Peje Chan
Letty & Dred Capalla,
Tes Ocampo,
Chris & Pris Getty,
Pete Torres,
Mang Ernie & Ate Lou,
Ed & Florence Garrovillas,
Elaine & Gerard Capuno,
Sandra & Noel David,
Christine Aranilla & Aranilla Family,
Regina & Resty DeGuzman,
Libby Blanco,
Arnel & Joy Lacao,
Ate Babes Badua,
Noel & Lucy Asa,
Myrna & Dindo,
Marivic & Nap Eleno,
Shenette Sagun,
Rommel & Cathy Lacsamana,
Jean Celemin,
Shafonda Green & John Burton
Herbert & Ethel Galang,
Emily Araneta,
Noemi delRosario,
Bobby Macabagdal,
Gidget & Dondon Cancio,
Era Irlandes,
Rosario Cruz,
Alora & Ernie Labayog,
Carol Bacarias,
Vicky & Edgar Lopez,
Maria Fe Ruiz,
Bing Rescober,
Rudy & Vicky Banlao,
Jessie & Janet Eleno,
Junee & Judith Bernardo,
Ogie & Maggie Vianzon,
Pete & Miguela Galario,
Henry & Alma Calma,
FRIENDS:
Allen & Beth Bacarro,
Franci & Tess DeOcampo,
Cesar & Gie Orate,
Andy & Laarni Ausen,
Reden & Lucy Robelo,
George & MeAnn Rivera,
Lordes Paner,
Ed & Tess Timbol,
Albert & Cel Sun & Dela Cruz & Evangelista,
Alvin “Rex” Sto. Domingo,
Albert Escarla & Family
Eileen & Wendell Yap,
Penny, Mara & Deanne Fua,
Weny & Raffy Callanta & Children,
Ric & Chona Ferrer & Children,
Mike & Lynn Benedito,
Sheila & Nap Ocampo,
Sylvs & Eli Abanto,
Connie & Mike Alfiler,
Arlene & Jun Carasig,
Willie Villegas,
Meileen Chu & Children,
Teena & Brad Boeckmann,
Jale & Sahlee Balajadia
Luis, Liz & Anthony Via
Patient Financial Service Staff, CSMMC,
DSH CPCU Staff & Friends,
DSH ICU Staff & Friends,
ASIAN JOURNAL,
RTKL,
Friends from
FRIENDS & RELATIVES IN FLORIDABLANCA, PAMPANGA
FRIENDS & RELATIVES in GUTAD, FLORIDABLANCA
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Inang - Our beloved mother, Amalia Pangan Montemayor y Manalang, was the second of eleven children of Felix Montemayor and Adelaida Pangan. She was born in Gutad, a remote barrio of Floridablanca, Pampanga in the Philippines, on July 25, 1930. She had ten siblings, eight sisters and two brothers, 5 of them have passed as well. Some of the stories our mother shared with us while she was growing up that we can still remember include her family’s experiences during World War II, where she suffered shrapnel wounds that almost left her blind, her strong desire to get an education filled with funny stories like her having difficulty learning the English language. She was asked to spell the word “quiet”, and she could only utter “Q”, “U”, “U”, and nothing else will come out of her mouth, to her classmates’ ridicule. My mother would always say, she was not the prettiest among her sisters but only she became the Miss Floridablanca during one of their town beauty contests. She also shared with pride how one gentleman won her heart. This man had to convince her and her family that he was the better choice compared to another man. This other man’s name was Romeo, whom my mother got romantically involved with for many years. She and her family did not like him because his nose was “sarat”, or “pango”, flat in English, and the other guy was obviously handsome. But she looked further than the superficial and she ended up marrying this man in 1955. His name was Revelino Manalang and he became the father to the eight of us. It was not that easy though as you might think. They could not conceive initially until a few visits to the doctors over five years. Their first child, their son Rio a.k.a. Roy, was born in April 1960. Both coming from large families, it was no wonder that once they got started, they just kept having one baby after another. Their first daughter, Maria Fe a.k.a. Bang, came next in June 1961, then came Alex in November 1962, then Rene in March 1964, Myra a.k.a. Mytee followed soon in October 1965, then Albert in November 1967. They took a little break and then they had Rodel a.k.a. Day in January 1971, and finally, Andrei a.k.a. Jay in October 1972. Eight all in all, six sons and two daughters. She summoned the assistance of her siblings in taking care of them while she and her husband worked. They both had stable jobs which they love and were good at. She was an elementary school teacher in the town of Floridablanca Pampanga for 24 years, while he worked as a bookkeeper for the sugar mill company in another town.
As a mother, she was a disciplinarian. She did not say anything, she just had to look you in the eye without blinking, and you knew she did not approve of what you were doing. And you would stop because you knew very well she would not mind spanking you with the wooden clothes hanger until it breaks. Our sister Bang can attest to this. Some of us may not agree to this way of disciplining our children (that includes myself), but let me tell you, it was the way she knew, and it worked for her. To be nice, to behave appropriately, entailed having that fear of being spanked at. She also raised us close to the Church, living and teaching by example for us to pray daily, and go to Mass at least every Sunday and on Holy Days of obligation. She instilled in us the important virtues of humility, gratefulness, leadership, generosity, diligence, patience, and respect for others. She was once the president of the Catholic Women’s League in her town. She knew how to give back by offering her little home to her nieces and nephews, and other relatives as a place to stay while they pursued college education. This fostered a closely-knit culture among cousins including second and third degree cousins, aunts, and uncles.
She was exceptionally courageous, unbreakable, and resourceful in facing life’s adversities. Her sixth child, Albert was born with a cleft palate. Nursing him was difficult and he was given a very slim chance to live long. But till this day, at 42 years old he is still alive and kicking. He did grow up though with mental retardation. Next, she lost her husband at an early age in 1979. He was only 50 years old. This left her with eight children to raise all by herself. She had to send four of them to college in the city of Manila all at the same time at one point. Taking the rest of her family with her, she moved to Manila in 1982. She did it by pulling in resources from everywhere, working as a school teacher, buying and carrying heavy loads of meat products to sell to her neighbors and co-workers for a small profit, asking God’s guidance in her every move. Years later, when she was asked how she did it, she would jokingly say, she went to go go bars at night to work as well to supplement the family’s income. One major source of financial help during this time she and the rest of us knew was her son Alex. He went to college at the Philippine Merchant Marine Academy and on his third year, while aboard a ship somewhere in the Atlantic, he received a monthly stipend which he then sent to her regularly. He literally took the role of our father in that aspect. He even continued to do this past the time all his other siblings finished college. We know we are all special to my mother but we would like to think that deep inside her heart, my brothers Alex and Albert are held more especially for the above reasons.
After all but one of her eight children got through college including three that went further into medical school, Amalia was set for the next phase of her extraordinary life. In July 2002, she first arrived in the United States on a visitor’s visa accompanied by her daughter Mytee. She had her son Day living in downtown Los Angeles at that time, her sister Nila in Panorama City, California, and her youngest son Jay, in Clifton, New Jersey. She stayed with each of them and got a glimpse of the many beautiful places to see, the many things to enjoy in this part of the world. It also gave her the opportunity to re-connect with relatives and friends whom she had not seen nor spoken to in a very long time. This was the beginning of her several journeys back and forth from her native land the Philippines and this country for the next 7 years. The whole family, save for Albert, got together for her son Day’s wedding in LA in 2002, her son Jay’s wedding in New Jersey in 2004, her 75th birthday at Day’s home in Stevenson Ranch, CA in 2005. She traveled to and from Nevada, California, and New Jersey to see her six children; her four daughters-in-law; her one son-in-law; and sixteen grand children. She also had three sisters, two brothers-in-law in California, several nephews, nieces, and cousins in the West and East Coasts. She made three trips to New Jersey to be present in the baptism of her three grand children from her son Jay. She became a permanent resident of this country in January 2007. She stayed mostly with her two daughters in Nevada which she called home. She last visited the Philippines in May 2007 to see her son Albert. She would have been thrilled to travel to Cyprus to see his son Alex someday.
As strong-spirited as she weathered the storms that came her way, her Achilles heel proved to be her failing heart. All the hardships she endured after her husband died, took its toll on her body when she succumbed to her first heart attack in 1983. She would suffer several more in the years that followed to the point that she would almost die but the fighter that she was, she would bounced back. She defied the odds and for twenty six years, she was a puzzle to the medical world. Her heart was so weak so they thought, for her to function the way she did. Just how many times can this vital organ bounce back after repeated ischemia before it finally stops? Two weeks before she left us, our mother Amalia showed signs of her heart failing again. She had swelling in her legs. It was difficult for her to breath. But she did not complain of pain in her chest. She allowed her children go through their daily routine. She was resigned. She was at peace. She sang a birthday song to her oldest grand daughter Audrey the night before. And on the morning of December 10, 2009, she would not wake up from her sleep. Our dear mother finally said goodbye. May she rest in peace.
- from Jay Manalang
My Mom's Legacy - I always believed, God created us for so many special reasons. Our mortal journey here on earth will be the testament of our legacy on how well we will live our lives through the course of our innocence, peace, love, tribulations, sacrifices & all the way through the happy merits of our time. This whole process is what we call “ LIFE”. A privileged experience, so profound but not enjoyed by many. But that was not the case for my mother, whom we all call, Inang. For me, we call her Inang for 2 special reasons, she was our life and our mentor. She provided for us, sustained us, guided us and showed us the correct path on how to live life according to our Savior Jesus.
Now that she finally came to rest, let me just say that my mother, was the best human being that I had ever known. And her love and guidance, were the best things that I will remember and cherish forever.
My Mom knew me very well, I want to share with you a story that I always remembered. Before going to high school, my younger brother and I took the entrance exams at UST. When it was time to check the results, we couldn’t find my brother Jay’s name on the list, so my Mom remarked “How come your brother Day passed the test and you didn’t?” For me that was a blow, I said to myself “wow that is something”. Then I just rubbed it off & forgot or maybe just accepted it. With my younger brother’s case, we were all mistaken, they placed Jay’s name under the Female column, since his real name is: ANDREI MARIE MANALANG. So Jay was so traumatized by that experience, so he eventually dropped the name MARIE when got here in the US.
Not known to many, for lack of a better term, I have this “proud secret” that I seldom share to people. I am not that smart academically compared to my brothers and sisters, I just did everything on the fly. During my uncertain years before going to college, I still remember, I asked my Mom, what shall I be?
I know that I cannot be a doctor like my brother and sisters, and I know that I am not as smart as my younger brother Jay who eventually became a Physical Therapist. But my Mom knew what I am going to be and what’s going to be best for me. She told me to take B.S. Architecture, as stubborn and dumb as I am I didn’t even know what Architecture meant during those days. So I defied her suggestion and took other entrance tests for other bachelor degrees that I was familiar with. I took the tests for Computer Science and Physical Therapy which I ended up failing. So finally, with no other choice, I took and passed the test for Architecture. My five years of college was a lot of fun but filled with uncertainty.
Recalling everything now, I thank my Mom for giving me that suggestion. I didn’t know that being an Architect would place me on the map. I humbly thank her for all the success that I enjoy now.
All my siblings can attest that we are all successful because of her. She was the kind of woman who will not easily give up no matter how many failings & hardships come in the way. She always told us to keep on persevering no matter how the world would test us. She will always be my Dearest Mother. And I am proud to be one of her sons.
Paalam Inang…You really deserve to be with Jesus now. I love you.
- from Day Manalang
Ating Maling - My Ating Maling, my doting sister whose qualities, so many good ones that I admired, she’s one of a kind. Indeed exemplary.
Since I was a little one, I remember and always felt that I was her favorite among all our siblings. She would always bring me to the elementary school where she first started teaching. When she got married, it took her so long to get pregnant. Therefore, after 3 years of trying to have a child, in 1959, she asked our mom, if she could have me live with them. I was 11 years old and in 5th grade then, “pampakati raw yon”. Sure enough, not long after, she got pregnant and gave birth to her first child, Rio on April 1, 1960. Growing up with her was tough, she was very strict and I had gone through the pains of growing up. But I thank God so much for she played a great role in my life. I am not what I am now, if not for her. I know she’d been proud of me.
Thank you so much, Ating. I love you.
- from Nila Bacani
Inang - I have to be honest with you all: I had a hard time starting this eulogy. In my desperation, I turned to my daughter and asked her, “Thea, what is a mother to you?”
It took her a while to answer, but her eventual reply was, “Someone who ensures that through her hard work, her blood, sweat and tears will get her children to a better place in life.”
This was what Inang did for me, my brothers and my sisters. To those who were not her children, allow me take you back in time, back to my years as a teenager. Imagine losing your father while at the very brink of reaching adulthood. Just imagine that sensation of your world turning upside down and inside out. Now imagine seeing your mother relentlessly slaving away to provide for you and your seven siblings. And now, despite the troubles, the heartbreak and the suffering, imagine your world slowly righting itself once again.
This was what it was like, being Inang’s child. She would catch all of us before we’d fall, weaving a safety net out of love, devotion and dedication with a determination so admirable that she imparted to us the importance of hard work and its rewards. Set-back after set-back, Inang never gave up on her children, her dreams or aspirations.
Anyone who knew my mother knew that she always prayed.
Before us lies a woman who persevered, who sacrificed, who prevailed.
This is my mother.
- from Alex Manalang
The Bravest Heart of All - Sometime in 2001, there was this contest about Mother's Day. Being Inang's "favorite" son-in-law, I submitted Inang's story. Well, I did not win...but...dito sa puso ko, panalong-panalo ako. Please read and be the judge.
The Bravest Heart of All
After a year and a half of engagement, I married my wife, Bang, and into her family on January 1995. I knew that my in-laws are professionals but I didn't realize then the sacrifices my mother-in-law experienced to put them through college.
When Inang Amalia got widowed at age 49, she had to raise her 8 children alone on the salary of an elementary public school teacher. At the time, the eldest, Roy, was graduating on his pre-med studies and about to embark into his medicine proper. The youngest, Andrei, was but a child of 7. Her anxieties were unmatched as she considered how far the little savings left by Tatang would go. But with her firm belief and strong faith in God, she was positive that she could give her children that one solid legacy - education.
Inang would haul Pampanga's delicacies (tocino, longanisa, hotdogs - she had them all on order), all 10 to 20 kilos of them, to Manila to augment her income. She was honest and dependable and soon formed a base of customers pleased with her service.
With 5 of her children studying in Manila, she decided to leave the Floridablanca domicile. She rented an apartment in Manila and continued her tenure as a teacher there. She still went to Pampanga on weekends to get the delicacies to sell her customers. Alex, the third child, graduated first and immediately set to sail as a seaman. He is a good son and brother who helped support the brood. The children, never knowing where the tuition fee will come from for the next semester, had to maintain above average class standing, hoping for scholarship grants. In 1984, after 2 heart attacks, Inang had to retire as a teacher even against her will.
Tragedy struck again when the Manila house got destroyed by fire and all the family had - including childhood photographs, turned to gray ashes. Only Inang's unwavering conviction got the family through. She was convinced that the family will rise above the trials and form characters that will withstand more trying times. She was proven right.
Inang reaps the seeds of her faith. She is mother to 3 doctors, Roy, a neurologist in a Batangas hospital, my wife Bang, an obstetrician/gynecologist and Myra, a surgeon. Alex is a seaman based in Cyprus, Rene is an accountant residing in Canada, Rodel, an architect working in California and Andrei, a physical therapist in New Jersey.
Her mission in life is not yet over. She still takes care of Albert, her one special child. I have no doubt however, that after surviving 9 heart attacks, her bravest of hearts will beat lovingly for a long time to come.
- from Philip J Vital Jr