Evidence of things not seen

“Believe in your beliefs and doubt your doubts. Do not make the mistake of believing your doubts and doubting your beliefs.” -Anonymous

IMG_4678edAre you familiar with this verse? Hebrews 11:1, “Faith is the substance of things hope for, the evidence of things not seen.” I encountered this verse for the first time when I was a teenager and was trying to figure out reading the Bible. The concepts: “substance of things hoped for” and “evidence of things not seen” sound so abstract or gaseous striking me with a challenge to explore these as I grow in faith.

But having faith does not mean it will come so easily. As to what faith really means, I have learned that we acquaint ourselves in it as we go through life. There will be tests, trials and temptations that will buffet us and expose our faith to us. So much has been written explaining what is faith but I guess we cannot definitively exhaust explanation for faith. So much that in the first place faith suggested by its definition is somewhat there but not yet. Through the lessons I’ve learned so far in life about faith, I try to capture what it is not in 5 points and then direct it to what I found the Bible states it is.

1. Faith is not positive thinking. Faith is allowing the word of God to affirm, guide or correct what you believe in. Romans 10:17, “ So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.
2. Faith is not praying your worries. Faith is praying with thanksgiving as illustrated in Philippians 4:7, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”
3. Faith is not “to see is to believe”. Faith is “believing therefore seeing”. John 20:29, Then Jesus told him (Thomas), “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
4. Faith is not religion. Faith is believing in The One who promised is faithful.
Hebrews 10:22-23 states,  “Let us draw near with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold resolutely to the hope we confess, for He who promised is faithful. While Religion is defined in James 1:27, “Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.
5. Faith is not a feeling. Faith is a gift of God. Ephesians 2:8-9, For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast.”
In Matthew 21:21-22 was written, Jesus replied, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and it will be done. If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.

Indeed faith does not make things easy but it makes things possible. The challenge and possibility do increase as we live by faith and keep the faith.


Silence Please

“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” ― Ansel Adams

For few days, I went together with a group to a quiet mountain place at the outskirts of the city. The goal is to be quiet and spend time in silence. In a fast paced motion of a lifestyle we live in the city, silent retreats are intentional so don’t find it weird. No, we are not attempting to become monks or nuns. Just to do a retreat and spend time in silence in a place like a monastery. Okay, so silence was the goal. I can’t speak for the whole experience of the group but I can share a bit about my personal experience here.


At first I thought, spending time in silence would be fine and easy and maybe boring. Since I’ve already lived alone in the city by my apartment, silence sounds familiar. When I arrived in my own solo room accommodation at the monastery, I just loved the quiet. So I slumped my bag in, took my packed stuff out throw those in the closet and mounted my books and camera on a table. I thought this quiet room would be my nest and I’d be quiet. I fell into my bed, closed my eyes… and I tried to  propped well my pillow. Took a deep breath. I felt warm so I rose up to put on the electric fan. Fell back into bed, closed my eyes… and my thoughts flew back to… what I did this morning, what we talked about in the car coming to this place, what is gonna be there for lunch? And I said to myself, “Shut up! I want to be silent and maybe sleep please”. I thought a bit of music might help  disentangle my issues in mind so I put on a soft instrumental music til I was half-asleep. The bell rang for lunch. We ate quietly in a group then again went back to spend time again in silence and solitude.

Day after day, we did this. If you are anything like me, firstly, a woman and an extrovert although I don’t have really high extraversion (by personality gauge I’m 60% extrovert and 40% introvert), there is still a real struggle to be quiet in my heart, in mind and in acts or movements. If I don’t talk, I always seemed to make noises: I forgot to close a door gently or pull a chair quietly, I always grabbed a book to read when I can’t quiet my thoughts, or my journal, or a guitar… to the point that when I avoided to do these, I found myself in the pantry stirring and jingling sounds as I make a cup of tea. When I come across other fellows in the monastery hall also trying to be quiet, I try not to chuckle when I think inside of asking them how is this silence thing going on. Outside in the garden, I try to really be quiet, but as I see a lot of things around me, I just make reflections of my observations in the sky, on the soil, and I try to talk God. Oh, please God, can I really be silent? Silence. God was silent.

“God is silent. Now if only man would shut up.” ― Woody Allen


The three days in silence was not without a struggle for me but was really beneficial to learn few important things that one might experience in a silent kind of retreat:
1. It takes some hours or days to actually put your whole being into a silent mode.
2. Your physical body is the first that might want to be at rest and become quiet. After day 1, my body starts to slow down and become restful because I always just wanted to sleep and sleep. I slept almost 24 hours in Day 2 only rising to bath and eat briefly.
3. After your physical body is rested, your thoughts might be the next to calm down. Your bugging thoughts about the past dissolves and anxious thoughts  about the future puffed out. Your thoughts are with you in the present. And this is what I enjoyed the most.
4. It is okay to be quiet with God and to be okay that God is quiet.
5. Silence could be passive but powerful as it makes you focused and strengthened.
6. Silence is beautiful. It gives an opportunity for beauty to surface without words.
7. Silence is intimate. When two people are in love and in an intimate relationship, sometimes words don’t even matter and silence is enough when you are together. Never did I felt love when I know God is there with me. No words but just The Word, Himself.

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
John 1:14

The whole group I was with was glad when the silent days were lifted and we could once again normally talk and fellowship with one another. As human beings it is an integral part of us to talk, share and converse with one another but as we also take time to be silent, we appreciate even more our common sharing and focused thoughts. Just like a good music has always an interval of silence symbolized by a rest note, a psalm with a selah or a pause, and so it is also good for us have intentional silence once in a while in our thoughts, words and deeds.

“We sit and talk,
quietly, with long lapses of silence
and I am aware of the stream
that has no language, coursing
beneath the quiet heaven of
your eyes
which has no speech”
― William Carlos Williams poetry

Have you ever tried or thought of trying to spend time in an intentional silence like this? I’m interested to know about your experience or expectations. Please share in the comments below 🙂

A Woman’s Voice

“I raise up my voice not so I can shout but so that those without a voice can be heard.” -Malala Yousafzai



One time I came across this saying flashed on a web page and I was halted in thoughts, “Courage in women is called insanity.”  I came to reflect and recall on the times when as a woman I stood up for my belief and convictions on something, for someone and especially for myself.  I’m not pointing out to such a shallow woman’s complaints and ramblings but the time when a woman takes a stand, speak up and fights for a cause and a conviction when others won’t or someone can’t, yes those times when  a woman is almost charged insane. Courage in men is a common theme and always expected but courage in women is generally honestly not welcomed and applauded as much as courage in men.  Should a woman preferred be found weak, vulnerable, quiet and passive?

My meditation recently was also about courage. In the book of Joshua in the Bible chapter 1 alone, I have highlighted and found 4 times repeated were the words “be strong and courageous”.  The Bible has revolutionary spoken about redemption in the name of Jesus which has already cut across cultures, races and even sexes for the Apostle Paul said in Galatians 3:28, “There is no longer Jew or Gentile, slave or free, male and female. For you are all one in Christ Jesus”. A woman is also called to be strong and courageous. But such strength and courage does not spring up in expressive motions or the loudness of a woman’s voice, but in her heart where there is an unlimited capacity for a song of courage.

Women need not to worry if they will be considered unfeminine if they speak up. “We will not be free until we can speak our minds and our hearts without having to worry that men will crucify us, women will crucify us, the press will crucify us or our children will be ashamed. Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved,” author M. Williamson wrote.

Indeed, as a woman like me who speaks up her mind in writing and speech and thriving in a post-modern time when the existence of social media community  makes bashing, bullying and prejudice to whatever a woman has to say or do is so easy, I found it formidable to rise and speak up. And yet I still do, I can’t deny who I am. I am not insolent. I am a woman and I have been bestowed by my Creator God with a voice not to tear down but a voice to build up and point back to His glory.
The journey for each woman to find her own voice is possible but it is a difficult one. Even some women have gone down the grave unheard or some in delusion that they were heard. Because almost always there are oppositions in this world to a true woman’s voice. Opposition that will come from both men and women.

TO MEN OF THIS PLANET. A woman might talk a lot and yet almost always have only one thing or something to say. But so often, we cannot speak it.  A secure man do not silence a woman’s voice but listens to it, does not compete with her but be her partner, does not use her but allow mutual support where she can also reach her God-given potential. M. Williamson stated, “Who is to hold space for a woman’s greatness? In many heterosexual relationships, a man is threatened by a woman’s greatness, finding a variety of ways to make her question her own beauty and strength. A secure man is not threatened by a woman’s intellectual or emotional power but celebrates the opportunity for a joyful partnership that it offers him. The conscious question is whether a relationship can handle two stars.” Once, I dated a man who liked me but never went to the street to hear me tell stories among streetkids but then saw me on TV around this kind of kids and read stories published about the causes I advocate. He admired what I do but wished I was a different type of woman, a woman whose voice (through my write-ups and opinions) is not on the forefront if I am to be identified as his girlfriend or wife. All I can say is at first, I wonder how my life was better or worst if I was not me but his type of woman. But now all I can say is, that man never heard from me and worst never got to see me for himself since then.

TO THE WOMEN OF THIS PLANET. Courage is not pulling other women down to appear strong and more beautiful. The mean-bitch girl is a girl not a woman. A secure woman can see the best in other women and not doubt herself nor impose herself to other women. As a woman, M. Williamson prods women, “Never to allow partnership especially with a man to silence your voice or keep you from supporting another woman in using hers, or you are helping perpetuate a most vicious muffling of a most beautiful sound. The world has no idea of the song we’re not yet hearing: women singing out, in harmony with men and each other, at full blast, at full volume. It’s music we need.”

My prayers go to the women who are in the journey of finding their voice and women whose voices are being shut by abuse, lack of rights, and oppression even perhaps by their own loved ones, authorities or leaders. May God bless all the women in this generation to be who they are created and called to be by their Divine Creator and Jesus Redeemer.  In culmination celebration of March as women’s month: to all the women out there especially my mother and sister, and women friends. For Beauty, Strength and Courage! Cheers!

That Little Black Dress

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.- John Calvin

Sometimes I think there are more colors in our imaginations we have not given a name. I love colors almost all colors even both soft colors like pastels and loud colors as neons. But sometimes, there are ordinary things which makes the look extraordinary. Such is black for classy elegance.img_9348-edLately I thought of adding some special posts about the bead projects I’m working on which might be an interest to my women readers. Here are my latest designs which can make any the same little black dress look stylish and varied. Photo Above: The Lady’s Fuschia Necklace and Bracelet Pairs

And more variations for that little black dress. Clockwise L-R The Lady’s Blushing Blue Necklace and Below The Lady’s Golden Brown Necklace.
As often stated, “One can not be overdressed or under-dressed with black.

By the way I got a question, “Is black a color?” My Wiki friend says, “Black is the darkest color resulting from the absence or complete absorption of light. Like white and grey, it is an achromatic color, literally a color without hue”. On the other hand, my Physics friend says, “A color is visible light with a specific wavelength. Black and white are not colors because they do not have specific wavelengths”.
Well, uhm until  now it is still undefined to me if black is a color or not. What do you think, let me know in the comments below. Nevertheless, today these jewels and an elegant black already inspired me. Hope you are inspired too! 🙂

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My best teacher is Love

Live Love, let love invade you. It will never fail to teach you what you must do.
– Carlo Carreto


Is January too early to talk about love? Isn’t that supposed to be the hottest among topics in February. Well, we are barely 2 days before second month of the year 2017. And so much for our introspection at the start of the year.

It is not anymore a surprise for us that we actually don’t know a lot about tomorrow. Surely, we can have plans, projections, preparations and even contingencies. And yet we are limited in knowing the unfolding of the next moments.

Consequently for some of us in the past who have made plans and goals have already thrown those away because we feel frustrated that those are not even happening. We have relented to an aimless drift or ebb. For the start of this year, a good reminder would be that this is not the way to go. Then what is the way to go?

1 Corinthians Chapter 13 is entitled Love is the Excellent Way. And this has been a very personal banner actually of my endeavor in life. Some people mistake excellence with perfectionism. I have always defined excellence as love not perfectionism. In this way, I am not frustrated. In the said chapter, Paul was mentioning in word illustrations the extremes of who you are and what you can do accomplish in life but without love, you are still nothing.

When society start to define you as an adult, you begin to feel the several norms and tides of pressure to get a degree, job, career, family, stability and etcetera. One time in life, I felt sort of depressed that these stages weren’t happening chronologically in my life for example. Who would think after struggling to keep my scholarship for college that I would be working after for non-profit organizations surrounded by orphans, street people, poor communities, victims of calamities and abuse, women and children-at-risk advocating, communicating and mobilizing their cause almost voluntarily. That I’m not even grabbing a man to marry at age 30. That my career projectile seems to be having no momentum. That building a family is in the offing and stability is a far-cry.

But on the other hand, each day I do love or at least try my best to love a special moment, food, feelings, encounters, conversations, situations, persons even enemies  and creations I have which fill up my days, years and life in totality.

Yes  I do have wise and crazy plans, wild dreams of running away with the man I fall in love with, high ambitions this year and legacy the coming years God willing. And how to do this? Several teachers I choose and some more I can let go but I can not give up on the best teacher I trust-Love.

I read this quote above somewhere and with a deep breath I believe it so, “Live Love, let love invade you. It will never fail to teach you what you must do.” I actually don’t know exactly what the next tide will bring but what only I know deep within is that I’ll ride the next tide with my best teacher. Love.
Are you also coming along?

Perhaps you will be interested. I was smiling about a related post of mine about the subject of Love same month 7 years ago, see here >>> Love Clouds My Mind

Each precious day of the year

“Days are expensive. When you spend a day you have one less day to spend. So make sure you spend each one wisely.”- Jim Rohn

One time I was asked which I would rather to have more money or to have more time. Such a tricky question. What would you choose?

I don’t want to dwell too much time on which is which. I have learned to accept that each person is only given by God 24 hours a day irregardless if a person is rich or poor, wise or fool, young or old, white or black and so on.  In the amount of time given in a day, we are all equal. There is so much value in time if we recognize it.

Personally, my love language is quality time. Thus, I also am aware that there is such a thing as quality time. Everybody spends time but some people spend it recklessly while others maximize its value. Somebody said, time is not only measured in minutes but in  moments. This is also why I think we should also take time to give retrospect as the closing of this year nears. Personally, here are some of my points for retrospect:

GOALS. To be honest, I would say I have not achieved 100 percent of my goals and a bit frustrated I am not even halfway, maybe somewhere 25 percent. This annoys me that I have not been productive as I would have wanted or expected.  I take full responsibility for all of these though and I respect and thank myself for creating those goals. Because those goals somehow have given me motivation to plow through the days of the year and try my best heart out. I could fret and frown or beat myself for not making it or I could accept everything that happened, avoid making mistakes and re-adjust my goals and perhaps the time-frame as I look forward to a better season where a harvest can have crops in amazing yield. Nevertheless this still holds true- Proverbs 19:21, “You can make many plans, but the Lord’s purpose will prevail”.

CHARACTER/PERSONALITY. This is where I’d say I am getting lots of amazing progress this year. And when I say progress I don’t mean I am becoming perfect or superior in my character or personality. Actually, the more I know, the less I know. I am seeing more practically the astounding capability and the depravity of my character and personality. I know that I’m so far from the perfection point in the long lane of character and personality development. I am just so thankful that I have so many opportunities to develop especially during hardships, stressful situations, temptations, conflicts and other anvils I was mounted for molding. My take is James 1:2-4, “ Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything”.


RELATIONSHIP. Well, this is the most difficult but enjoyable part after all for me this year. Since, I started to faithfully follow my own convictions in many things especially in my relationships, there have been people who have mocked me, criticize me, put me down, indifferent to me and left me behind. I have wept and trembled… and I appreciated the people who have stayed and believed in me… friends who helped me believe more in myself and family who support and bear patience with me. Indeed, adversity shows who your real friends are for there are many kinds of friends: fair-weather friends those who stay only in good times-not my favorite, long-distance friends who are far but remains close making effort to keep connected, on-call friends are those who are one-call away and they are there in- a-sec whether for party or emergency and yes blessed are we if we find this friend described in Proverbs 18:24, ” a friend that sticks closer than a brother”.

FAITH/WORSHIP. My prayer this year is similarly close to what Augustine’s famous prayer, “Grant, Lord that I may know myself that I may know thee”. I just want to thank God for the faith inside me that He is building up this year which is enormous yet small almost like a mustard seed. Yes I did flinched, struggled, surrendered, doubted, obeyed and God knows what else I don’t even understand in my responses to His presence and reality in my life. In one moment on the day before Christmas day, I was reading prophet  Isaiah’s writings in Chapter 8:10-13  and got struck saying “when all is said and done, the last word is Immanuel meaning God-With-Us… no fear, no worries…if you do then only to worry about The Holy and fear of the Lord God”.

Each day of the year is precious and depends if you believe it like me… it is a miracle and a mystery… an adventure only a Supernatural God can invite us into. I mean nobody knows what you gonna eat, what you gonna wear, where you are walking and who you are with in the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month of the year let’s say 2027?

Time is precious and so are you my friend. Shalom to our year 2016 and all the best answers to our prayers for 2017!

Man with Tearfalls: A Tribute to Grandpa

I don’t know who my grandfather was; I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be. -Abraham Lincoln

img_8155edStared at his picture taken when he was younger, on his wedding day, with my grandma. And I asked myself, what could’ve been on my grandpa’s mind in the moment when the picture was taken. Have you noticed  what I notice in photos taken sometime during 1940s, men usually don’t smile when their pictures are taken or at least they smile conservatively. So I was wondering, “Was he truly happy on this wedding day?” and I answered myself, “Must be of course. But what I am more sure of today is that my grandpa was serious and true with his commitment, his devotion and his vows to his wife, my grandma.” Photo ops of weddings today have couples grinning ear to ear with celebrity-like smiles but how many of these marriages lasts longer than their photos? “Time will tell…” as grandpa quotes.

Two years ago, also in the month of November, I wrote a tribute about my grandma (find her story here: Roses have thorns: A tribute to grandma) who passed away. Now same month, two years later, I’m writing a tribute about grandpa. I wish I had the inspiration to write this tribute stories when they were still alive but I hadn’t, why now? Maybe writing this now helps me cope in my mourning. Even if I’ve written this before, it won’t matter much anyway because my grandparents can barely read or even know how to read. Moreover, grandma was losing her hearing and my grandpa was losing his eyesight and memory too. My grandpa passed away at a good old age of 96. I praised God for his life and the time I have grown with him.

My grandpa (mother’s side) or  we call him Tatay Edong from his real name Alfredo was the last among my grandparents who died. I had the privilege of wonderful times growing up as a kid under his wings. My own father died early when I was still five years old. I have not known much of a father-figure in my life as close as to Tatay. He was the typical father with strong leadership quality and responsibility over his family. As a farmer, shepherd, merchant and the village well-known cook, he raised his six children of which 5 are girls and one son as the youngest. My mom was his second daughter. And I was his first granddaughter.

As told by my mother and some stories my grandpa shared with me, he originally came from a rather faraway island and migrated to the south of the country. He and his mother survived the World War 2 with the Japanese. His father was unknown (that’s another story). With the pressing poverty and depression brought by the ruins of the war, grandpa, his mother, his stepfather and stepsiblings stepped on the ship that brought them to the “promise land” down south with a hope to find greener pastures. The land was indeed green as a literal jungle and very primitive. My grandpa has known leadership from taking on and resuming responsibility for his stepfather who became an irresponsible father and then died leaving young children. My grandpa toiled in the land with sweat and blood with his mother and for his step siblings. Time came when he became so much capable to build his own family, he married my grandma (check out more on their lovestory in my post about grandma: Roses have thorns: A tribute to grandma  won’t retell it here). He was known to his children as a hardworker, wise and responsible but very strict father. How would he know of parenting when he did not even know his father? By the grace of God, I believe he fathered in the way that he would want his children to have the father he did not have. It is interesting to know that my grandpa’s name is Alfredo meaning “wise or counselor” and he was, true to his name. My mother said, my grandpa became wise because he was a humble man who loves to know the way of wisdom. He does not have a father of his own but he takes time to sit among the wise old people of the village and listen to their proverbs. He, even as a young man does not enjoy sitting and tolerating the nonsense of his fellow young people. One could find him sitting among the elders and learning as much practical wisdom in life.My grandpa was a simple man but his experiences in life were very deep that is why his wisdom is precious. He has been so-called in town as the “Man with Tearfalls”. He was known in town as friendly, outgoing and helpful but he was also strict in a good way man. Most village people know that when he shares his life-story and trials in life to whoever among the village people, his tears fall like a stream… he was also a sentimental man. Up to this day some people name-call/refer to me (and us his grandkids) as “the grandchild of The Man with Tearfalls”.

My grandpa perhaps have not read and known how to read a bible, he did not even completed his grade 2 because of poverty and the war. Now, I had the privilege of being able to read and even write. I owe this so much to him… (my tears falling now…. oh yes I am the granddaughter of ‘The Man with Tearfalls’ see my previous post about this WhenTearsFall ). And whenever I read the bible, I can find some of the sayings he passed on to his own children and even to me as his granddaughter. I can remember his care when I was still 16 years old and leaving my family’s house to study college faraway, he talked to me one on one, and gave me points to remember.

Some people in his town wished there was a record of all his wise but actually a matter-of-fact simple sayings. I try to recapture here some but I think most of these you will find in the bible. Here are few of the many sayings which he has tried to instill to us:
1. Do not sit among the youth talking about nonsense but sit among the old wise people whom you can learn ways to handle life.
2. Do not ‘do things’ at night in the dark, those who do will surely stumble and find harm.
3. Be always ready and sure to have your own stock of rice, salt and matches in your household. Do not be a burden to other people of your basics. Take care of your own basics. Look at the ants who take care of their own stocks and burden.
4. A good tree bears good fruit and bad tree bears bad fruit. A mango tree will not bear a guava fruit. Be careful about the people whom give your trust and confidence.
5. How you think is how you move. Quick mind=quick actions. No idleness & sluggardness.
6. Plan tonight what you want to do tomorrow. Do not plan early tomorrow.
7. God knows. God knows how to give justice, to provide and to order. Do not overrule what God knows best. Let God be God. Do your part and remember you are not God!
8. Stay close-knitted as a family. If your own family is scattered and do not care and respect each other, why would other people care and respect you?

Well, these are few of Tatay’s wisdom. I hope to list all his nuggets of wisdom to share. But I think his life itself tells it. And Tatay captured in his life one of my favorite verses which I consider actually as my life verse found in Proverbs 3: 3-4 “Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man”.

When we had the memorial service in the church upto the cemetery where grandpa was buried, there were so many people who were present and paid respect perhaps people not known anymore to grandpa’s children or to us his grandkids, but people of the town and from afar who know my grandpa because he touched their lives in a way through the 96 years. I don’t like comparisons but just to point out how much favor and good name a man can have like grandpa- there were many people who filled up the church during his memorial service more than in a normal Sunday mass service and more people walked sympathetically to the cemetery than a parade for a high official of town. My grandpa was honorable though he earned no title nor degree, he was not the town’s minister nor a mayor…he was a just a humble husband with one wife, a father to 6 kids, a grandfather to 12 grandchildren and great grandfather to 5 great grandchildren and to some people in town, he was just the “Man with Tearfalls” and those said it all.

Dear grandpa, how I did desire that you would have been able to see in life your great-grandchildren from me as you always have asked me about it… well as you say it, ‘time will tell’… For now, it is just me and my tearfalls yet I smile confident of the wisdom and ability to write you left me with, strength in the sentimentality of allowing tears to fall as I suppose your great-grandchildren would also be called… the great grandchild of the Man with Tearfalls.  😉 In loving memory of you Tatay. In the everlasting arms of Christ finally your soul rests in peace.