OCTOBER 25, 1963...46 years ago.

At the age of 39, his name was "called", returned this to the GIVER of life...marking the end of his journey. It was an untimely death for my father and was a deadly news to my mother. I was more than one year-old then and my Mom was five months pregrant to my youngest sister Malou. His death changed the course of my family's life. It was severly painful that even until now...the pain continues as I always long for my father. For so many years after he passed away...my life has never been complete. And this has brought me to more tears everytime I thought of him...everytime I needed him to be with me...right beside me. The reality and acceptance of his death would probably take a lifetime before I have finally gone over it. Silent tears in between sobs for a love of a father always go with me...and it will be with me FOREVER. However, his passing has made us all stronger especially myself. I learned to face countless trials even I am almost alone carrying the crosses of life. I am gifted with courage to do things at all costs...to stay strong and firm even I am feeling weak...and to bear my cross patiently knowing that one day...every single drop of tears...every silent crying inside my heart...my DAD will finally make me feel that I am not alone and he was there in heaven... just watching from a distance.

"We know that GOD causes all things to work together for good to those who love GOD...to those who are called according to HIS purpose."

ROMANS 8:28