I can remember at least one day in his lifetime when I made my father’s day. It was the day I told him I wanted to become a broadcast journalist. Tatay passed away seven years ago, and I still am not a broadcast journalist…never will be. I may not have fulfilled that young dream, but what matters to me is that I made my father … Continue reading Making happy father’s day
For the first time since Tatay passed away six years ago, he came to me in my dream. In my dream, he held my hand firmly. He gave me reassuring words that everything will work out. He said they are talking things out as we speak. In my dream, his hand felt so real. It was stronger than I remember. It was warm and full … Continue reading A visit from Tatay
It’s about being there to witness every precious moment, every memorable milestone, every heartwarming memory. But what if you’re not there every time to see it…feel it…relish it with your loved ones? A line from a song goes, “a moment gone is gone forever.” But at least you have the rest of your life to make up for everything that you lost. Continue reading Baby steps
God finally took Rafi Zakkari Faigao Feliciano home. Little Zak passed away at around the same time he was born — exactly two months after he was born. He no longer suffers. He now breathes freely…without the tubes…without the syringes…without the meds…without the pain of seeing the anguished faces of his daddy, mommy, and kuya. Grace and I were silent for a full minute over … Continue reading Zak is home
I stood outside the nursery window, watching Greis caress her frail little baby boy Rafi Zakkari. Zak raised his feeble left arm in response, as if wanting to reach out and touch his mommy’s hand. But he couldn’t. He could only lift his arm by half an inch. I have seen this scene a few times before — and each time would stuff a big … Continue reading Never give up
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