It was probably about mid-June when I went home to visit one Saturday and found that Dad was not home. I asked my Mom where he was but she said she wasn’t sure. Most likely in his office, I remember her telling me, as he liked to spend a couple of hours there during weekends […]
who has heard, known
the truly last testimony of a dying mate
who, preoccupied with mustering
the fingerings of his death’s finger tips
forgets to give his heart away
his only bare and thick testimonies
Excerpt from House of Stone, a poem, published January 8, 1964
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An excerpt from a speech delivered May 7, 2005 on the Golden Jubilee of Den’s high school class, Class 1955, Pampanga Trade School*, Bacolor, Pampanga
Now 50 years since 1955 and looking back, our travel seemed quick as if through a warp in time’s fabric. As if suddenly, we are here in 2005, gray-haired […]
I’m already 60+ and most of my hair is gone. When I reach 120 with only one hair left standing, I tell you, this strand will still tremble , and quiver, and shiver in love at the mere sight of my wife.
fgdavid, 8 Mar 1999, Psych 160.
To the one named after the father; one who is his father’s son
Friday, July 20, 2007
Lessons from F.G. David
“What’s a measure of a man as a social being? The measure of a man is how many doors he’s opened especially those who refused to open the doors for themselves and those who cannot open the door for themselves.”
- Dr. F.G. David
Not so long ago, I made clear […]
Don & Faye, our new Compadre & Comadre, our Comadre Isabel ‘Babing’ Abella, Godparents, Sponsors, Guests, Relatives and Friends:
It was a week short to 10 years ago today when Vey, my daughter and sister of Faye, got married here with Rene, the good son of Comadre Babing. Rene’s & Vey’s marriage was an auspicious one […]
Continue reading about For Faye’s & Don’s wedding (21 December 2006)
… I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard
But I will remember […]
The circumference of the academic oval in U.P. Diliman is 2.2 km. Or so Dad used to tell me. It’s a fact I never bothered to corroborate but accept as true anyway. Like many of the things we used to talk about when I was younger.
…I vaguely remember how the habit began. All I do […]
Take care. I love you the more, if I can still raise my love by degree, by virtue of your love for me in the midst of pain. Can’t personal life be forever, so that some personal love can live forever! It is w/ this thought when I think death cruel.
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