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A Poem for Chad

Tonight's the night Chad died
I struggle not to cry.
It's sad to think a day ago
He was still so alive.

Sad to think that Janj and I
talk and dreamed and waited.
Sad to think that we had planned
of them for years ahead.

Prepared for them excitedly,
Pondered what to give them.
Little things parents do,
Of little angels like them.

Two sets of baby pillows,
to rest their baby heads.
Two sets of baby blankets,
to keep them warm in bed.

Booties and mittens,
Little caps for tiny tots.
Two sets of itty bitty bears,
To welcome them on the spot.

But never have i imagined
that one of them would leave.
Saying goodbyes were always hardest
So hard for me to breathe

The pain... the hurt and rage i felt
Not seeing them together.
So weird, they look exactly alike
But yet they are so different

Could never understand what happened
why he had to leave.
Praying in vain, "make him come back!
Back here close to me."

It's been two years since it had happened
And yet i still remember
How painful tears and memories
sorrow left so somber.

I wish i could forgive myself
From answering an unknown friend
And wish heaven could forgive
That voice on the other end.

When we went to Pagudpod, Ilocos Norte! My husband and I had a real great time there. The beach was absolutely fabulous! Super ganda and not too crowded unlike Boracay.

Me and my son Josh at his first Wedding Stint as a Bible Bearer at age 1 1/2.  

Nursery Rhymes for Baby Josh

Nickels and dimes
I love you in rhythms
I love you in rhymes
I love you in laughter
Here and ever after
Then I love you a millionGazillion more times!I

love you so, you love me back
I love your toes, your knees, your nose
And everywhere a big kiss goes
I kiss you tons, and know what then
I have to kiss you once again.

Okay Na Ba?

I labored all day, well actually a couple of hours, to make my site look like this. Ganda ba? I hope you like it.

I know its not much but i really made an effort. Haay!

I feel so accomplished.

*pathetic ba*

The Special Child

The child, yet unborn, spoke with the Father.

"Lord, how will I survive in the world? I will not be like other children. My walk may be slower, my speech harder to understand. I may look different. What is to become of me?"

The Lord replied to the child: "My precious one. Have no fear. I will give you exceptional parents. They will love you because you are special, not inspite of it. Though your path through life will be difficult, your reward will be greater. You have been blessed with a special ability to love, and those whose lives you touch will be blessed because you are special."