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Corazon Lagman

Corazon Gomez Lagman

Monday, February 25th, 1946 - Friday, September 11th, 2020
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Obituary

Corazon Gomez Lagman was surrounded by her loved ones when she passed away peacefully on September 11, 2020, after a courageous battle with lung cancer.

She was born February 25, 1946 in Pampanga, Philippines to Jose and Catalina Gomez. She was pre-deceased by both her parents.

She will be dearly missed and forever remembered by her children and their spouses Cheri and Allan, Alex and Amy, Emgie and Nora, Dax and Claudette, and by her grandchildren whom she lovingly adored, Gaby and Sam, Kevin and Audrei, Rafael, Lance and Luigi.

She is also sadly mourned by her 3 sisters Vicky, Alma and Annette; 2 brothers Lilan and Ferdinand, by her brothers-in-law Banny, Gladwyn and Isaac, sisters-in-law Nida and Fely and by her nieces and nephews.

Corazon, known as Zony, Mommy Zony, Atsi Zony will be remembered as a loving mother, adoring grandmother, nurturing sister, doting aunt, and a wonderful friend.

Mom raised 4 children with unconditional love. Her heart and mind was always with her children. She never stopped being a mother, concerned every day for our safety, security and struggles. She celebrated all our successes - big or small, encouraged us through difficulties and failures.

She loved our spouses as her own, maybe showed them more grace and favour than she did us. Her grandchildren were her jewels, precious and treasured.

Mom nurtured her brothers and sisters after their mother passed away early in their lives, guiding them lovingly and patiently. She was a doting aunt to her nieces and nephews.

She was a wonderful and supportive cousin, friend and second mother to all whose lives she touched.

Mom immigrated to Canada in 2006, where she experienced being employed for the first time, at a McDonald’s. She loved working and prided herself to be a good worker. That may not have been a glamorous career, but mom was respected and loved wherever she was. She made a career of loving and encouraging people.

She loved cooking and enjoyed sharing her meals with friends and family. She’s a people person and loved people genuinely. She was sought after for advice and encouragement.

Mom was ever strong in her faith in God. Always had hope in her heart, trusting in Jesus’ perfect plan and purpose for her life. When she was diagnosed with lung cancer in 2014, she did not allow it to dim her hope and vision of a bright future. She still firmly believed that God was on her side. She loved even more and lived every day with thanksgiving. As her battle became more difficult, she relied even more on Jesus and fought back with increasing faith and renewing hope. She sought to find things to be grateful for every day. She declared God’s goodness in the midst of her battle. Neither hard times nor cancer robbed her of who she was - gracious and graceful until God called her home.

Mom leaves us with her lasting legacy of faith, love and hope.

A visitation will be held at Choice Memorial (105-4715 13th Street NE) on Wednesday, September 16, 2020 from 5:30 pm - 8:00 pm with tributes starting at 6:00 pm. Memorial Service will be held at Calgary Church of Christ (4030 Maryvale Drive NE) on Thursday, September 17, 2020 at 11:00. Graveside Service will follow at Mountainview Memorial Gardens. Due to Covid19 regulations, attendees must wear masks for the visitation and memorial service, and are asked to use the RSVP link below to register and confirm attendance.

In lieu of flowers, please send donations in memory of Corazon to Connect Calgary

Arrangements entrusted to the care of Choice Memorial Cremation & Funeral Services (403) 277-7343.
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  • Visitation

    Wednesday, September 16th, 2020 | 5:30pm - 8:00pm
    When
    Wednesday, September 16th, 2020 5:30pm - 8:00pm
    Location
    Choice Memorial
    Address
    105 - 4715 - 13th Street NE
    Calgary, Alberta T2E 6M3
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  • Service

    Thursday, September 17th, 2020 | 11:00am
    When
    Thursday, September 17th, 2020 11:00am
    Location
    Calgary Church of Christ
    Address
    4030 Maryvale Drive NE
    Calgary, Alberta T2A 2S8
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  • Interment

    Thursday, September 17th, 2020 | 12:30pm
    When
    Thursday, September 17th, 2020 12:30pm
    Location
    Mountain View Memorial Gardens
    Address
    1515 100 St. SE
    Calgary, Alberta T1X0L4
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Jemmie Dizon

Posted at 11:51pm
Ate Zon has always been a mother figure to me as I was growing up. I vividly remember the day she fixed my hair on the day of ate Jona’s wedding. That’s how I know she pays particular attention to small details.(for her it’s important) Sabi na “ hay mekeni na ayusan daka edaka rugu sikasu” when everybody was busy doing their hair and makeup. I was 10 yrs. old then. And when we lost kuya boy, I remember she called me and we talked over the phone for at least 45 minutes. Which was very comforting. That’s why when we lost daddy, I had the hunch that something was missing and perhaps something was wrong when I didn’t hear from her. I was right.😥 I will truly miss her. May her beautiful soul Rest In Peace.❤️
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Jela Romero

Posted at 03:33am
Ate Zony is the epitome of a strong, selfless and caring Mom even to children that are not even her own. Her heart is so big and always young at heart. That's why we all loved sneaking to your house across the street from us in Sto. Rosario even to the point of jumping over the bakud (while daddy and caca thinks we are taking our afternoon nap) because Ate Zony is always warm and welcoming. She'll let me play and ride your bikes despite Buster at my heel. Buri kung makipangan when she cooks adobong ema because manyaman ya maglutu y Ate Zon...and even the simple comfort food like pandesal with kape or champuradu. All through my childhood, I had never heard ate Zon mitas boses ...ever. She always speaks calmly, malumane accompanied with humor and that smile...and yet if she had sufferings, she went through them silently and with grace. I will forever cherish the time when you all visited us in LA to see Lolodad and Mew...and I got the chance to hug her one more time after so many years of not seeing her...and she was still the same ate Zon, ever beautiful and sweet. Early this September, I messaged her and she did not reply...and I just had that feeling that something was not right because it is so unlike her not to message back...and then ate Cheri messaged me about her failing condition. Prayers and virtual hugs were all I can send her through ate Cherri. I lost another mother-figure in ate Zony's passing. We miss her. Ate Cherri, Baby Alex, MG & Dax...you are lucky to have been blessed with a mom like her...on behalf of my siblings, Jona, Jomel and Jemmie ("her babies" as she referred to us that last time in LA) thank you for sharing her with us. A beautiful soul who is now our angel. Hugs to you all and Godspeed ate Zon.
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Mandy Sanchez

Posted at 08:58am
Rest in God’s eternal peace Tita Zony. Recalling our Family's reunion days in Pampanga, I will always remember Tita Zony as the soft spoken, kind hearted and loving mother to our cousins Cheri, Emgie, Dacks and Baby Alex.
To my dear cousins, your Mom was a gracious and classy lady indeed. May God’s loving embrace comfort you and the happy memories fill your hearts and see you through this very difficult time.
With Deepest Sympathy, Mandy
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Cheri Palanca

Posted at 11:57pm
Tribute to Mom

Mom peacefully passed away last Friday at 7:24 am. She was surrounded with love by her family. Although it was just me, Allan, Gaby, Sam and Ian there present to hold her, all her sons, daughters -in- law and other grandkids were on facetime holding her in their hearts.

Tonight, I’d like to share with you mom’s courageous journey through cancer and life.

Mom also known as Zony, Mommy Zon, Atsi Zon, kumare was a strong person with a brave soul and a big warm heart. This was the resounding description of her character from people who reached out to me after hearing of her passing. Tough but kind, strong and loving, strong, selfless, caring mom even to children not her own, always warm and welcoming. Those were the words the people whose lives she touched used to describe her.

She is sadly mourned by so many. Relatives and friends who reached out were so distraught of her passing that I had to be the one to console them.

A second mom, favorite aunt, favourite cousin, a wonderful friend - no, a best friend. And most of them claimed to be her favourite niece, nephew, cousin, friend. That’s just how she made people feel. That they are favoured, special, worthy. She had a knack for making people feel special because she chose to see the good in them.

I tell you, I grew up thinking I was so special. I could do no wrong in her eyes. Can you imagine my dismay when I realized that not the entire world felt the same? That was hard on me! But none of that mattered when I’m around her. I was special again! Forget what the world thought. When I was sad or hurt, I always wanted to run back home to her. She always had a way to make me feel better, safe.

Mom was tough. When her grandkids came to her with scrapes or bruises, she’d tend to them and then tell them stories of as a child, she was a tomboy growing up. She told them how she was outdoors a lot, running around the neighborhood of Masantol, popping into her aunts, uncles and granparents houses, climbing trees and falling from trees, getting almost run over by cars, one time ending up under a horse carriage. She’d tell them she’d had her share of scrapes, cuts and stitches, and she’d show them her scars to prove it. Her greatest showpiece was the scar on her head that she got from cutting her scalp open when she slipped and hit her head on a rock while playing tag. Imagine her grandkids’ awe when she shows them that? That was her way of telling them to toughen up. Somehow, that worked. If grandma got through those, they will too.

But don’t be fooled by her tomboy story because she blossomed into a beautiful young woman and was crowned as beauty queen in not just a few events. She was known far and wide for her beauty. Shame that I didn’t inherit those genes. I know that and I accept that. Mom however, was in denial and she wouldn’t admit to it. There was once this acquaintance we bumped into while I was with her. They exchanged pleasantries. It was going well. You know chika chhika. Ms acquaintance gushed on how mom was still as beautiful. When mom introduced me, Ms acquaintance commented Ay! Mas maganda ka sa anak mo. Which she probably meant as a compliment to mom or was just simply stating a fact. Mom was not just indignant, she was angry! Poor acquaintance found out soon enough that there were very few things scarier than insulting mom that way.

Mom raised us her 4 children with unconditional love. She never stopped being a mother concerned every day for our safety, security and struggles. our families. She celebrated all our successes - big or small, encouraged us through difficulties and failures.

Mom bravely battled lung cancer for 6 years with faith in her heart and a mindset on God. When she was diagnosed with lung cancer in 2014, she did not allow it to dim her hope and vision of a bright future. She still firmly believed that God was on her side. She declared God’s goodness in the midst of her battle. She purposed to love bigger and to live every day with thanksgiving. She sought to find things to be grateful for every day. She profusely thanked her doctors, her nurses, lab personnel, radiologists, technicians, pharmacists, receptionists, therapists, counsellors, cleaners, aides, volunteers. Anyone and everyone who in any way was involved in her management. It is no wonder that she was well liked by her team.

In every step of her journey battling cancer, she always found a silver lining to be grateful for. She went through 2 courses of radiation. She endured CT scans and blood tests every 3 months. She was brave but that got harder and harder as time passed. It took its toll. Towards the end, she would dread those appointments, but she kept on. Not missing one. Partly, I felt just to assure me that life must go on. We saw her oncology team every 3 months as well, and every visit that we heard cancer was stable, blood tests were good, we’d celebrate. She loved to celebrate. We’d order food and we’d share the good news and give thanks to God.

She made as many trips as she could to the US and Philippines to spend time with her children and grand children. She seized every chance to celebrate each of her kids and grandkids. She celebrated every milestone, attended every graduation of her grandkids as long as she was able.

She stayed connected with friends and relatives who turn to her for advise, encouragement or just an ear to listen. She remained to be a source of strength, and comfort to them. Funny that some of them didn’t even know the battle she was fighting, because she didn’t want to burden them even more.

She was brave and strong through her battle, never letting it defeat her spirit. Chemotherapy was hard on her body, making her feel sick as if she wasn’t already. one of the things she lamented was her loss of appetite. Cancer is tenacious. When the time came that she was having more bad days than good, she did not find that an excuse to become a burden. She continued to try and do as much of her daily living activities as she could. She took pride in being independent in most activities.

Prior to her appointment on June 9, she was already telling me that she felt she might be getting worse which she never did before. I think she was trying to prepare me for the worse. SAdly, that was her last appointment with her oncology team, as the cancer had progressed to the point where they could not offer anymore beneficial treatment options. She was discharged to palliative care.

We knew that that time was coming of course, it was inevitable with her diagnosis. But it did not make it any easier to hear. It was hard. For me, for her team and I could only imagine how hard it was for her. But again, she was the brave one. She was the one who had the strength and bravery to ask the doctor how long she had. She was the one who tried to make it easy for her team to say their goodbyes to her. She even got them to pose for photos and to smile for the camera. I was numb all the way home, and she tried to make it easy for me as she had always done in the past. She said she had given it all to God. God has given her much, she said, God has a purpose for everything even when the time comes to call us home.

Mom never liked to see people sad. At first, I thought she did not want to see us sad for her. But then I realized that she did not want us to be sad because of her. She found it hard to tell my brothers and her siblings the news. She wanted so much to spend time with them, but she was wary of them probing her about her health.

We had homecare for her for a month, but were not able to sustain that. She deserved better care. She was admitted to hospice on July 5. Our goal was for pain control, symptom management and quality of remaining life. She got that at the hospice. She thrived the first 2 months. Her pain and discomfort was so well managed that I heard her laugh again. She had more energy to talk. We spent days talking and laughing. Even her appetite was restored and she got to savour taste and enjoy food again. Those were happy 2 months.
Even while in hospice, mom did not miss the chance to spread delight. Staff enthused in what a sweet and kind lady she was. That’s just mom

As her battle became more difficult, she leaned harder into Jesus and fought back with stronger faith and brighter hope that the time was near for her to finally see God face to face. Mom trusted in God’s purpose and timing even in dying. She said she was ready anytime God would take her, but she wished for us to be with her when the time comes because dying was scary. So on Thursday night, when her vitals started to decline, we had a sleep over party with her. She asked for us to play songs and sing, so we played How great thou art and she sang along to the chorus. It was the sweetest thing. She also charged us to pray continually and we did. We talked to her about feasts and banquets in heaven, that Jesus has a place prepared for her, about people being there to meet her.
Early Friday morning, i woke up to see her face so peaceful. That’s when I knew that she was in her final hours. We held her and surrounded her with words of love and prayers for Jesus to walk her home. She left with peace.

We love you mom. We didn’t lose you because we know exactly where you are. Home. We hope to carry on your legacy of loving people and trusting God. Till we meet again.





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Mary Yambao

Posted at 07:49pm
Today, we celebrate the life you lived and the blessing that you were to us, most specially to my boys. You were a second mom to them. We will remember your kindness and generosity. We will miss you, Zony. May the choirs of angels come to greet you and lead you to paradise.
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