I just got back from a trip to Tanay, Rizal where we, that is my mother, my father, and I attended a funeral. The woman who died wasn’t technically a relative; she was the wife of my father’s uncle. But still, she and her husband lived with us in the compound and treated us better than some of our blood relatives ever did so we took the time to pay our respects. Here’s a little history about the deceased’s family. She was a housewife, who for the last two years took care of her retired electrician’s husband who suffered a…