“Sharing hope is like lighting a candle in the dark—your flame never dims, but the world shines brighter,” me.
A single spark, a golden gleam, Can chase away the darkest dream. A whispered word, a guiding light, Can turn despair to dawn’s delight.
Like rivers rush to meet the sea, A hopeful heart flows endlessly. A hand outstretched, a soul set free, Can shape a fate, a destiny.
A candle’s glow in midnight’s veil Can mend the lost, the weak, the frail. A kindness cast, though small it seems, Can birth a thousand boundless dreams.
For hope is not a fleeting flame— It grows when given, spreads the same. A torch passed on, a fire bright, Transforms the gloom to glistening light.
So be the spark, the steadfast star, The voice that lifts, the hand that scars. For even one who dares to shine Can change the world—a hope divine.
“Love is the quiet magic that turns ordinary moments into forever memories, a gentle whisper of the heart that feels like home,” me.
Through tempests torn, in trials tried, Through weary waves where fears abide, Your hand held fast, firm as a tree, A steadfast shore to shelter me.
When shadows crept and doubts drew near, Your voice was calm, your love sincere. You stayed when storms sought to disband, You never once let go my hand.
Like hearthlight’s glow on winter’s eve, Like springtime’s breath when sorrows grieve, You are the roof above my fears, The walls that guard my joy, my tears.
If hearts were houses, mine would stand Upon the grace of your strong hand. And if my soul had but one key, It turns for you—you are my peace.
God’s greatest gift, my life’s embrace, My home, my heart, my sacred place.
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
The dawn unfolds like a fresh page, and before ink stains its surface, I lift my heart in gratitude. The first breath of morning is a prayer, a whispered thanks to the Giver of time, the Weaver of moments, the Keeper of new beginnings.
The day stirs gently, the world still wrapped in the hush of early light. A modest breakfast greets me—a quiet symphony of warmth and nourishment. The decaffeinated coffee, laced with hazelnut creamer, is not a jolt but a gentle nudge, a melody of flavor humming through the stillness.
Water cascades over me like a baptism of renewal, washing away the remnants of slumber, stirring me to wakefulness. I emerge refreshed, ready to step into the rhythm of purpose. By 7:00, I am already on the road, an hour ahead, carving space for diligence. The world rushes, but I move with intention, each step a vow to do my best.
For eight hours, I pour myself into my work, a vessel emptied and filled again. Every task is a brushstroke on the canvas of duty, every effort a thread woven into the grander tapestry of purpose. If fortune smiles, a moment lingers—enough to scribble a thought, to plant a seed of reflection in the soil of a waiting page.
The evening comes like a quiet benediction, the world slowing to a hush. In the glow of a bedside lamp, I turn to the Word, the ancient verses a lullaby of truth. Line by line, promise by promise, my soul drinks deeply, my spirit finds rest. Sleep comes not as an escape but as a closing chapter, a peaceful surrender to the Keeper of time.
And so the day ends as it began—with gratitude, with purpose, with the quiet assurance that in this simple, sacred rhythm, I have lived well.
Nanay with my sisters Liza (far-left standing) and Camille (standing left beside me), and our other halves (starting from left sitting): Robert, June, and Arnel.
Nanay, my life’s first breath and tender touch, In your arms, I found the world’s most gentle embrace, A haven where love’s light was undimmed and steadfast. You were the sun in my days and the moon in my nights, Guiding me with warmth, soothing me with peace.
I will always remember the sweetness of your ways— The tender kisses that lingered like the softest whispers of dawn, And the cradle of your lap, where my burdens ceased to exist. Even as the years carried me further into life, I sought your nearness, sleeping close, Feeling safe, feeling whole, feeling home.
You, Nanay, the resolute heart of our home, Raised me and my sisters, Camille and Liza, Into women of strength, resilience, and grace— Flowers blooming fiercely even amidst towering trees. Your love was our compass, your wisdom our shield.
Now that you’ve joined Tatay in heaven’s embrace, I find solace in imagining you both together, Wrapped in the eternal care of the Almighty. Kiss him for me, hug him tight, and let him know That your love remains the anchor of my soul.
Nanay, though your presence graces this earth no more, You will never leave the sanctuary of my heart. I love you, endlessly, fiercely, and forever, For you are the melody that will forever play In the quiet corners of my being.
You are God’s precious gifts to me. I love you and I always will.
I write this letter with a heart brimming with both gratitude and sorrow. You, my companions in this digital haven, have given me more than I could ever ask for and unwaveringly. Your continued likes, your thoughtful comments, your visits to my posts, and even the simple act of following my musings have been beams of light in my days. Your generosity has been a river flowing steadily, nourishing my spirit in ways words cannot fully convey.
And yet, I find myself faltering—failing to return the kindness you have so freely given. For this, I humbly ask your forgiveness. Life has placed a weight upon my shoulders that I am still learning to bear. On January 5, my beloved mother passed away in the Philippines, taken from us by the cruel grip of dementia. As much as I wish to have been by her side, life had other plans, keeping me bound to my work and home in Hawaii. I just made it to her wake and burial, coming here in the Philippines. My heart aches with the knowledge that I was not there in her final moments.
This loss has been a storm in my soul, yet in the midst of it, you remain a quiet, steady presence—an anchor in turbulent waters. Even as I grapple with my grief, I think of you often, and I pray for your happiness and success in all your endeavors to achieve. You are the lifelines that keep me tethered to hope, and for that, I am profoundly grateful.
Your support reminds me that, even when life feels like a solitary climb, I am not alone. Your words and actions are stars guiding my steps through the darkness, and I hope to one day reflect that same light back to you.
Thank you for your patience, your understanding, and most of all, your unwavering presence. May your paths be lined with blessings, your hearts be light with joy, and your dreams rise to the heavens like kites in the wind.
Oh bond divine, unseen yet profound, In thee, a sacred haven is found. Friendship, steadfast and pure of heart, A masterpiece of life’s eternal art.
When storms arise and shadows loom, Thy light dispels the darkest gloom. A steady hand, a voice that cheers, A refuge through the fleeting years.
In laughter shared, in sorrows bared, In trials faced, in burdens paired, Thou art the thread that weaves the soul, Binding us to a greater whole.
What joy to find in another’s gaze, A mirror reflecting life’s fiery blaze. A confidant, a kindred guide, In thee, the heart can safely confide.
Thou teachest us the golden truth, Through every stage, from age to youth: No wealth nor power can ever replace The warmth of a friend’s abiding embrace.
For life’s a journey, winding and vast, A fleeting moment, too swift to last. But friendship lingers, strong and true, An anchor when the seas are blue.
O blessed tie, so rare, so dear, Thou makest life’s purpose crystal clear. For without thee, joy is but hollow, A lonesome road none would dare follow.
So here’s to thee, eternal flame, In every heart, thy cherished name. Friendship, life’s most radiant must, A bond of love, of hope, of trust.
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