This homily was delivered on the eve of the 40th day for Immaculada “Bobing” de Leon Garcia.
I heard of Tita Bobing long before I met her. When we were kids, her son Gary used to regale his friends with all sorts of stories about his mom, like the time she made him sing in front of our school principal and how she never forgave him because he had opted to sing a Nora Aunor song. But there were many other stories, mostly about how she raised and took care of her brood of children.
Needless to say, even before meeting her, Tita Bobing, for me, was already larger than life,
