Life Poetry

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My father-in-law’s name means “sacred” and “walk.”  He has walked a sacred path since his childhood days in the Philippines.  When he was a teenager, he ran tasks for the American soldiers fighting to liberate the Philippines from the Japanese occupation.  That was his sacred contribution to the fight.  His “walk” took him to Germany where he studied and worked to help pay for his younger siblings’ education — another sacred duty.  His life walk eventually led him to the United States where his son was born.  He devoted all his time and attention to his son as a stay-at-home dad.  Fatherhood seems to be his most sacred act, which he showered with love and gentleness, and which bloomed into the most loving father-son relationship I have been privileged to witness.

We love you, Dad.

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Poetry by G&L.  Photographs courtesy of L&G. Video by VL.

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