Consolacion Declarador Miravite "Auntie Sion" SCHEDULE OF FUNERAL SERVICES Consolacion Declarador Miravite September 1, 1927- January 4, 2017 Birthplace: Cabatuan, Iloilo, Philippines January 17, 2017 . . . . . . (Tuesday)      5 PM - 9 PM . . . . . . . Viewing      7 PM . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rosary Fairfield Funeral Homes 1750 Pennsylvania Ave. Fairfield, CA 94533 ================================== January 18, 2017 . . . . . . (Wednesday)      9 AM - 12 NOON . . . . . . .Viewing Fairfield Funeral Homes 1750 Pennsylvania Ave. Fairfield, CA 94533 ================================== 12 NOON . . . . . . . . . Transfer to Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church 2700 Dover Ave. Fairfield, CA 94533 12:30 PM- 1:30 PM . . . . . . . . Mass Cremation ================================== 2 PM - 4 PM . . . . . . LUNCH Great Moon Chinese Buffet 1795 Pennsylvania Ave. Fairfield, CA 94533 Hello World! I’m Justin Wrockloff – grandson of Tita Christobal. I’d like to thank you all for this opportunity to share some memories of a family member known to us an “Auntie Asion”. My sisters and I had the opportunity to be around Auntie Asion while we were growing up - from the times we spent at Grandma’s house on Topaz to family parties in Fairfield where she would be sitting alongside our Grandmother. Before my family moved to Sacramento, many nights would be spent here – sometimes just my sisters and I, while other times – Francis and my sisters. One thing was always certain whenever we would spend the night… Auntie Asion would be there to take care of us. Whether it be cooking for us, watching us play, or reprimanding us – she was there. On one occasion, there was planning of a trip to the Philippines – which meant that there were empty Balikbayan boxes all over the house on Topaz. Francis, Lauren and I took one of the boxes up the first flight of stairs, only to all pile into the box and ride it down the stairs… Needless to say, this didn’t end well, as we came crashing down the stairs. Upon stopping at the base of the stairs, Auntie Asion came out of kitchen sighing and saying “ay nako”. We never did try that again, but we still would go on to cause trouble! Doing things like running around the second story, crawling under the piano in the living room, or hiding in the linen closet and Grandpas office - Auntie Asion would always be there shaking her head and reprimanding us in Tagalog. But there was another side of her that I’ll never forget! She always took care of us as if we were her own. While we were staying at Topaz, one thing was certain… You would never go hungry, and you were never alone. The smell of garlic, onions, and tomatoes being fried is something that I’ll forever associate with Auntie Asion. She’d make us fried rice and corned beef, whether or not we were hungry. She’d pass it under the brown wood railing leading from the kitchen to the family room of Topaz and wait for us to finish eating while sitting at the table in the kitchen so she could clean up the mess we would inevitably make. There was a time when we spent a week at Topaz while my parents were visiting the Bone’s in London. Being the selfish, stubborn, and impatient product of my parents, I threw a fit hoping it would bring them back. Well, it didn’t work. I was an absolute terror – my Grandparents tried to console me to no avail. But Auntie Asion – she took me into her room and put on some cartoons which finally got me to calm down. Looking back, she took care of all of us as if all of us were her own children. Patient enough to put with me, my sisters, and everyone she ever interacted with. We will miss you Auntie Asion – all of us. Francis, Lauren, Caitlin, Nyko, Gian, Dominic, Reidun, and myself. We’ll miss your smile, your patience, but most importantly – we’ll your corned beef and fried rice. Thank you.