Yesterday, January 22nd would have been my dad’s 91st birthday. I marked the day quietly, thinking of him and choosing to remember only the happy times we had. Dad around 1976 at the grounds of the American Cemetery in Fort Bonifacio Dad lived to the “ripe old age of 49.” I only had him in…
I’m writing this on the 10th anniversary of the tragic shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary which claimed the lives of 26 people, twenty of them, children between the ages of seven and eight. To a parent who has lost a child, 10 years feels like a blink of an eye. Imagine losing a son or…
Last night while visiting mom, something she used to say all the time echoed in my head. “Hindi pa ako mamamatay. Aabot ako ng 100!” She would often remind me of that “fact” whenever someone we knew died. I thought to myself, mom is 89 now. Next year after she turns 90, that will only…
Travels with Myself 
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