A Death in the Family

Last night my mom’s only living sibling passed away. She was 92 years old. I’m so grateful that Mark and I got the chance to visit with her last April when we went to Cebu. She’s the sister closest to mom. Now mom is the only one left. The thought makes me sad. Then again,…

My Father’s Eyes

I have nothing tangible that belonged to my father. They are all in my mother’s and brother’s possession. But when I look into the mirror each day, I see my father so clearly. I have his eyes, I have his nose. No one can ever take that away from me. My father died in 1981,…