I lost my mother at a young age. So my father took care of me and my six siblings alone. I’m the eldest. In God’s grace through prayers we survived in our very simple way of living.
As days and years past, I got married to a simple man and had children. But the saddest thing is my eldest son passed away at age of 23 when he was in third year college. Two years later my husband also died. Life is so difficult, but through faith and God’s grace, blessing and trusting God In prayers and helping one another, we survived. May the soul of our departed ones and all departed souls rest in eternal peace. Amen. — Luisa Ayala
My middle sister left us on 16 April 2012 at the age of 30. It has been quite long but we are still mourning. There is no better friend than a sister like her. We miss her much. She was a responsible and loving daughter, a compassionate sibling to us, and a wonderful mom to her only daughter. Our heart aches by the thought of not having her anymore. She is forever alive in our hearts. — Argie Fe Bali-os
The death of my father and son are memories that will remain in my heart. It causes me loneliness specially nearing All Souls Day. My father loved us dearly. He taught us to be good, hardworking and prayerful. I inherited his discipline and applied it to my three sons. I treasure all these memories in my heart. Another source of pain was the death of my eldest son. Being humble and kind, he was like a second father to his two younger brothers. My heart still bleeds with sorrow. May theiir souls find eternal repose in the Lord. — Clarita Buncag
In September 2010 I lost my dad. It was the darkest moment of my life because he was the only family I have. It has been 12 years since he passed away. But the pain in my heart still remains the same. I didn’t get a chance to tell him how much I loved him. After he was gone then only did I realised without him my life would never be the same. I felt all alone. But I survived the pain and move on. So, in my daily prayer, I whisper his name and I thank God and Mama Mary for taking care of my dad in heaven.
Love our parents while they’re still with us because once we lose them no one can ever replace them in our heart. — Marietta Narvarte
The sweet loving memories of my dearest mother shall live as long as my heart keeps on beating. She taught me the right way of doing things with love and kindness. Before she went back home to Our Father, she gently reminded me to take good care of myself, to remain prayerful and faithful to God, to be helpful to my siblings and their children. Most of all, she lovingly reminded me to plan when I have the chance, to work, save and prepare for my future. I thank my mom as I follow her advices and I pray that she is happy and peaceful with the Lord. — Marjorie Oliveros
I loved and respected my mother so much. My mother was willing to do everything for us to give us a better life. I was so broken and miserable when she died and it was worsen that I could not be with her when she was ill. I promised her I’d take care of her. I was unable to fulfill my promise because I needed to work abroad to pay for their daily expenses and her medications. To my mother, I want to say, “Mama I love you so much and thank you for being a good mother to us.” —Imelda Novallasca
My husband Rolando Acub returned to the Lord in year 2005, leaving me with our three daughters aged seven, eight and 12. My life became miserable since I was only a housewife. But my diffculties in life by losing my husband has taught me that life is full of heartbreaking lessons. But it has also shown me love and new beginnings. After losing my husband, I found work here in Hong Kong to support my children until they finished their schooling.
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To my husband in heaven please guide us. Eternal rest grant unto you and let perpetual light shine upon you. Amen. — Belina Pangilinan
My dad passed away when I was six-years-old. My aunt was the one who shouldered my dad’s responsibilities. She was a teacher and lives a bit far from us. However every month she would send money and clothings to us. Aside from the material things, she would send letters every now and then to communicate with us. She constantly reminded us to be nice to other people, to serve and be generous without expecting anything in return. She taught us about the Word of God. She died from asthma two weeks ago and we were saddened. Our only consolation is that she no longer have to suffer any pains and that she is now in a better place. — Elvira Ynto
