ForeverMissed
  •  Let the memory of Mai Peralta be with us forever...
  • 64 years old
  • Born on May 27, 1956 in Philippines
  • Passed away on December 22, 2020 in Texas, United States


This memorial website was created in memory of our loved ones, Ernesto and Mai Peralta . We will remember our Papa and Mama forever. )

In lieu of flowers, please send kindness and blessing to this gofundme page https://gofund.me/c8623f13  
Proceeds will go towards medical expenses and funeral costs.


Posted by Mary Lucas on December 5, 2020
May your heart and soul join the Angels in heaven.
Bless and guide your family you left behind.
May you rest in peace.

Your classmate,
Mary Lonogan Lucas
Posted by Celia Ridriguez on December 5, 2020
Ernesto is someone very dear to me and my family. He has a family that gives out so much love and welcomes you with open arms into theirs. We didn't say much to each other. But out of the corner of my eye I would see him smile at my foolish ways. I would also see him pull his glasses down and I knew right away either that meant Stop what I'm doing or he was saying what on earth all you talking about. He was like a father figure. I know he's the sweetest caring man ever. He was a great husband. I knew that when I found someone he had to treat me the same way I saw him treat Mai. To the Peralta and Ikalina family, my prayers, my love, and support go out to your families.

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Posted by Mary Lucas on December 5, 2020
May your heart and soul join the Angels in heaven.
Bless and guide your family you left behind.
May you rest in peace.

Your classmate,
Mary Lonogan Lucas
Posted by Celia Ridriguez on December 5, 2020
Ernesto is someone very dear to me and my family. He has a family that gives out so much love and welcomes you with open arms into theirs. We didn't say much to each other. But out of the corner of my eye I would see him smile at my foolish ways. I would also see him pull his glasses down and I knew right away either that meant Stop what I'm doing or he was saying what on earth all you talking about. He was like a father figure. I know he's the sweetest caring man ever. He was a great husband. I knew that when I found someone he had to treat me the same way I saw him treat Mai. To the Peralta and Ikalina family, my prayers, my love, and support go out to your families.
his Life

HCA healthcare heroes

Papa Worked for over 25 years at HCA.
Mama worked for over 31 years at HCA
First at East Houston regional Medical Center. Mama fondly called it her "sweetie." Harvey cause the facility to flood and they continued their HCA services at Kingwood and Bayshore. They are now HCA Houston Healthcare Kingwood and HCA Houston Healthcare Southwest, respectively. They started an HCA legacy of being healthcare heroes that was carried on by daughter Irma who worked 16 years for HCA and granddaughter Kaylinn.

Cardiac monitor tech Papa and Nurse Mama

Mama worked as an intensive care unit nurse caring for her patients as of they are her family. I sometimes helped her give baths when we worked together at East Houston. Watching her wipe their arms and faces and talking and conversing with the patient even though they're unresponsive....i wanted to be just like her.
Working nights in the same facility, sometimes we ate dinner together.

Papa worked in the tele room. He didn't want to practice nursing anymore. So he became a cardiac monitor tech. He oversaw the patients with telemetry monitors to make sure they were safe.
He called so much when i worked with him. "Leads are off in room 123." "Battery change in room 456. But it was because he was diligent in his job. And that's how he taught me integrity and good work ethics.
If i forgot my food, I raided my dad's locker and ate some of his food. 

Greatest GrandParents

They adored their granddaughters. So much.

I've only seen my papa cry a few times.....and the first time was when i got pregnant at 19.
Everything happens for a reason....when he became Papa to his grandbaby....he was so proud. And he was able to see his oldest granddaughter graduate from UT with her Bachelor's in Nursing. He was beaming.....

Mama spoiled her behbehs. Secretly sliding money, buying them desserts, boba drinks, constantly making them their favorite foods and she always got the cake for birthdays. 

There was nothing they couldn't do for their grandbabies. They were was their mama and papa (a duo in life and even in death).....the best cooks in the world....papa's barbecue and pansit  during every special occasion.....mama and Papa's cooking is like no other.

My biggest regret is not learning his recipes....he had none. He cooked with smelling and occassional testing. Mama always wanted to keep her recipes "seeeeecret!" And joked that the secret recipe is her love. 
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My broder Shaun's tribute to our Papa

Shared by Irmalei Ikalina on December 5, 2020
Strength.
My father always showed it in his silence. In his actions. Even when he said nothing, he always bore strength in his eyes. When his tears fell after I came back from the hospital with a colostomy - his eyes were hard and his tears bore strength. People speak of tears of joy, of sadness, or relief. But his tears of strength gave me the power to push through.

Thought
My father and I shared very few words together, and most people would see that as a point of regret. But I do not. When we spoke, we spoke our minds. We thought alongside each other. Our words rang with thoughtfulness toward each other. Even the disagreements and conflict we had, we had them because we thought of each other.

Action
My father and I are both men of few words. And we always tried to let our actions speak for themselves, myself moreso. We never said it often to each other, but everything we did for each other and for others - was always out of thought and love for each other. We were and always will be men of action - not word.

Hard
My father was always a hard man to read and a hard man in general. We wear our heart on our sleeves, but we roll up our sleeves to get things done. When my father was unable to do a lot of things, he asked me to do them. To grab things from higher shelves. To lift the jugs of water we like to stockpile. To trim the bushes. Now...it’s to take care of his wife and my mother.

Joy
My father always tried to make people smile, even if it didn’t work. But the fact that he held so much joy within him can move mountains. My mother does not share my sense of humor, and it’s hard for me to convey my joy with her. But it is there. Always. And there is more now that I know my father is in the arms of his parents and siblings. And most importantly, the arms of God, Our Father.

He will always be the man that taught me to be strong.
He will always be the man that taught me to be a man of thought.
He will always be the man that taught me to be a man of action.
He will always be the man that taught me to be hard on myself and others.
He will always be the man that taught me joy. He will always be the man that taught me everything.

Pa, I know you are here with us. And you will always be with us in our hearts and in our thoughts and in our deeds. I am proud to call you my father. And I hope you are proud to look down on me as I move forward. I hope you are proud to look down at our family as we demonstrate Strength, Thought, Action, Hardness, and Joy. You can rest. You are at your destined Home. Mama is in good hands.