The Beauty of Death
Part Two - The Ascending
I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing […]
The Beauty of Death
Part One - The Calling
Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle […]
a clipping from the Philippine Collegian in the 1960s,
the photo was taken at at the Listening Center
(where Dad served as an ‘avant-garde DJ’ as we liked to call it)
– lo and behold, there also was my Mom, standing beside him in the photo!
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second […]
May 19, 2007
My dear Dr. Fredegusto David,
Thank you very much for all the support.
You helped me a lot in my thesis writing and made this oral defense possible. I pray that God will continue to bless you with more happiness and good health. God bless!
Sincerely,
Priscilla S. Cioco
Signed,
(Babes)
[From a gift tag]
X’mas 2005
Dr David:
Flattery & kidding aside, your dedication to teaching makes you the best psychology professor I know.
Merry New Year & Happy Christmas
Ms. Maranan
[From a gift tag]
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Dear Dad,
Daily, constantly, I wonder how you are. I pray to the depths of my soul that you are ‘well.’ ‘Happy.’ At peace. Everything they say the loving hand of death brings with it. Particularly now that Christmas has come and gone.
Yesterday Don, Nina and I spent the day at fair old 33J as we […]
[Early this morning, a day after Christmas morn, I woke up with the memory of Den, in my dream, fresh in my mind. He looked so alive, teasing, as I remember him well. As is usual for me, a line from a poem, or a song, as the case may be, immediately popped into my […]
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