Today also happens to be my Father’s father’s death anniversary. Lolo Felipe.
I have not met him (and I am not wishing to meet him today, hah!) but I heard he was a sturdy, little man. I was born on the month and day he died. Contrasting events, and it only proves that our ancestors finds a way to always be remembered. I call it fate. May he be happy wherever he is.
Grandfather Felipe, I tagged all your grandchildren except those without Facebook account so they may also remember and offer a silent prayer in their hearts. May they all be blessed with all the beauty life can offer. 🙂
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