January 21
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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Eunice Fralick, RN. We will remember her forever.
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December 21, 2023
December 21, 2023
SHALOM! Dear Mom: This virtual candle-lighting is entered to represent the lighting of your menorah for Hannukah 2023, in honor of the traditions of the Jewish faith as well as your life-long loving respect of the Jewish faith and the People of the Jewish Faith. I love you mom. SHALOM.
December 21, 2023
December 21, 2023
December 10th — International Human Rights Day — marks the birthdate of my beloved late mother, Eunice (nee Carolino) Fralick, RN who — in 1965 — immigrated to Canada for opportunity. The eldest of seven siblings raised by Christian parents in a one-room, brick & bamboo "bungaloo hut" (no electricity, no running water), mom became the first of the family to leave the Philippines.
She settled in Toronto where she served as an urgent care nurse at Women's College Hospital. During her call to service, my mother — all 4-foot 10-inch tall of her small but mighty Ilocano frame — stood fearlessly in her call of duty throughout the AIDS pandemics of the 80s, the SARS pandemic of the 90s, and she sacrificed many Christmas Eves with me and my sister to serve the people of Toronto.
As a daughter, my mother proved her loyalty to her father, having travelled half way around the world and across the oceans in 1984 to show up to his death bedside and provide him with the comfort and dignified burial he deserved. As a result, not only did a nine year old me have the opportunity to meet my grandfather, Rev Abdinango Carolino, alive, I witnessed an entire village pay high respect to the Gospel Preacher / missionary role he served with all the people of the town following his glass-top casket as pallbearers carried it through the town, with my mother, his firstborn daughter, holding my hand on her right and Sarah’s hand on her left as walked behind the casket to witness Rev Abdinango Carolino being sent HOME in a manner that can be compared to the likes of Floyd Mayweather returning home to bury one of his own. Nearly two decades later, my mother duly honored her own mother Rhoda Carolino, having travelled halfway around the world and across oceans to pay her respects and send her own mother home in Style and Grace. That’s Honorable.
During the summer of 1984, at nine years old, I witnessed my mother rush to a neighbouring village home in an attempt to provide lifesaving CPR to a young boy in crisis… when she returned , she delivered me with the news that the boy, age nine, had died of parasites, something a simple and common childhood ailment medical treatment in Canada would have cleared up in a week or so. (Treatment me and my sister required when we returned to Canada in time to resume back to school that September 1984.
My mother fled a country ruled by dictatorship, for opportunity to work in democracy and to experience the freedoms promised in Canada ... she wanted to experience the life of her dreams and she wanted just that for her daughters and for her family relatives.
My mother was a woman of few words, yet her actions spoke volumes. Time and time again, she proved her love through action.
May God reward her for her extraordinary gratitude, cultural hospitality, selflessness and loving compassion. I love you Mom. Thank you.
She settled in Toronto where she served as an urgent care nurse at Women's College Hospital. During her call to service, my mother — all 4-foot 10-inch tall of her small but mighty Ilocano frame — stood fearlessly in her call of duty throughout the AIDS pandemics of the 80s, the SARS pandemic of the 90s, and she sacrificed many Christmas Eves with me and my sister to serve the people of Toronto.
As a daughter, my mother proved her loyalty to her father, having travelled half way around the world and across the oceans in 1984 to show up to his death bedside and provide him with the comfort and dignified burial he deserved. As a result, not only did a nine year old me have the opportunity to meet my grandfather, Rev Abdinango Carolino, alive, I witnessed an entire village pay high respect to the Gospel Preacher / missionary role he served with all the people of the town following his glass-top casket as pallbearers carried it through the town, with my mother, his firstborn daughter, holding my hand on her right and Sarah’s hand on her left as walked behind the casket to witness Rev Abdinango Carolino being sent HOME in a manner that can be compared to the likes of Floyd Mayweather returning home to bury one of his own. Nearly two decades later, my mother duly honored her own mother Rhoda Carolino, having travelled halfway around the world and across oceans to pay her respects and send her own mother home in Style and Grace. That’s Honorable.
During the summer of 1984, at nine years old, I witnessed my mother rush to a neighbouring village home in an attempt to provide lifesaving CPR to a young boy in crisis… when she returned , she delivered me with the news that the boy, age nine, had died of parasites, something a simple and common childhood ailment medical treatment in Canada would have cleared up in a week or so. (Treatment me and my sister required when we returned to Canada in time to resume back to school that September 1984.
My mother fled a country ruled by dictatorship, for opportunity to work in democracy and to experience the freedoms promised in Canada ... she wanted to experience the life of her dreams and she wanted just that for her daughters and for her family relatives.
My mother was a woman of few words, yet her actions spoke volumes. Time and time again, she proved her love through action.
May God reward her for her extraordinary gratitude, cultural hospitality, selflessness and loving compassion. I love you Mom. Thank you.
November 18, 2023
November 18, 2023
Dear Mom, I miss you. Love, Mich
February 24, 2023
February 24, 2023
Dear Mom:
There isn't a day that passes by without me reflecting upon: the impact your made here on earth, memories we share, the spoken words you shared with me ... I apologize for not listening to you when you said "I'm not used to this treatment, Michele" ... you said it so many times whenever you came to visit me ... I'm sorry I didn't pick up the cue.
It is an honor to have a mom who proved to channel a revolutionary, courageous character. I am standing on the shoulders of a soulful mother who never forgot her ROOTS. What an honor. Thank you mom. I love you.
May you continue to be rewarded for your selflessness ... your generosity ... your love. From premature babies you helped to deliver early ... to fulfilling your first responder duty in midst of the SARS pandemic ... to being there for your friend in need ... there are many people whose quality of life is better off because of the extraordinary impact you made on their journey. I am one of those people. That which you taught me can never be taken away. So you see, mom, the life of Eunice Carolino Fralick, RN matters. Thank you Mom for all you did. I will always love you.
Be Free Mommy. Fly. You're Free.
There isn't a day that passes by without me reflecting upon: the impact your made here on earth, memories we share, the spoken words you shared with me ... I apologize for not listening to you when you said "I'm not used to this treatment, Michele" ... you said it so many times whenever you came to visit me ... I'm sorry I didn't pick up the cue.
It is an honor to have a mom who proved to channel a revolutionary, courageous character. I am standing on the shoulders of a soulful mother who never forgot her ROOTS. What an honor. Thank you mom. I love you.
May you continue to be rewarded for your selflessness ... your generosity ... your love. From premature babies you helped to deliver early ... to fulfilling your first responder duty in midst of the SARS pandemic ... to being there for your friend in need ... there are many people whose quality of life is better off because of the extraordinary impact you made on their journey. I am one of those people. That which you taught me can never be taken away. So you see, mom, the life of Eunice Carolino Fralick, RN matters. Thank you Mom for all you did. I will always love you.
Be Free Mommy. Fly. You're Free.
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SHALOM! Dear Mom: This virtual candle-lighting is entered to represent the lighting of your menorah for Hannukah 2023, in honor of the traditions of the Jewish faith as well as your life-long loving respect of the Jewish faith and the People of the Jewish Faith. I love you mom. SHALOM.
December 21, 2023
December 21, 2023
December 10th — International Human Rights Day — marks the birthdate of my beloved late mother, Eunice (nee Carolino) Fralick, RN who — in 1965 — immigrated to Canada for opportunity. The eldest of seven siblings raised by Christian parents in a one-room, brick & bamboo "bungaloo hut" (no electricity, no running water), mom became the first of the family to leave the Philippines.
She settled in Toronto where she served as an urgent care nurse at Women's College Hospital. During her call to service, my mother — all 4-foot 10-inch tall of her small but mighty Ilocano frame — stood fearlessly in her call of duty throughout the AIDS pandemics of the 80s, the SARS pandemic of the 90s, and she sacrificed many Christmas Eves with me and my sister to serve the people of Toronto.
As a daughter, my mother proved her loyalty to her father, having travelled half way around the world and across the oceans in 1984 to show up to his death bedside and provide him with the comfort and dignified burial he deserved. As a result, not only did a nine year old me have the opportunity to meet my grandfather, Rev Abdinango Carolino, alive, I witnessed an entire village pay high respect to the Gospel Preacher / missionary role he served with all the people of the town following his glass-top casket as pallbearers carried it through the town, with my mother, his firstborn daughter, holding my hand on her right and Sarah’s hand on her left as walked behind the casket to witness Rev Abdinango Carolino being sent HOME in a manner that can be compared to the likes of Floyd Mayweather returning home to bury one of his own. Nearly two decades later, my mother duly honored her own mother Rhoda Carolino, having travelled halfway around the world and across oceans to pay her respects and send her own mother home in Style and Grace. That’s Honorable.
During the summer of 1984, at nine years old, I witnessed my mother rush to a neighbouring village home in an attempt to provide lifesaving CPR to a young boy in crisis… when she returned , she delivered me with the news that the boy, age nine, had died of parasites, something a simple and common childhood ailment medical treatment in Canada would have cleared up in a week or so. (Treatment me and my sister required when we returned to Canada in time to resume back to school that September 1984.
My mother fled a country ruled by dictatorship, for opportunity to work in democracy and to experience the freedoms promised in Canada ... she wanted to experience the life of her dreams and she wanted just that for her daughters and for her family relatives.
My mother was a woman of few words, yet her actions spoke volumes. Time and time again, she proved her love through action.
May God reward her for her extraordinary gratitude, cultural hospitality, selflessness and loving compassion. I love you Mom. Thank you.
She settled in Toronto where she served as an urgent care nurse at Women's College Hospital. During her call to service, my mother — all 4-foot 10-inch tall of her small but mighty Ilocano frame — stood fearlessly in her call of duty throughout the AIDS pandemics of the 80s, the SARS pandemic of the 90s, and she sacrificed many Christmas Eves with me and my sister to serve the people of Toronto.
As a daughter, my mother proved her loyalty to her father, having travelled half way around the world and across the oceans in 1984 to show up to his death bedside and provide him with the comfort and dignified burial he deserved. As a result, not only did a nine year old me have the opportunity to meet my grandfather, Rev Abdinango Carolino, alive, I witnessed an entire village pay high respect to the Gospel Preacher / missionary role he served with all the people of the town following his glass-top casket as pallbearers carried it through the town, with my mother, his firstborn daughter, holding my hand on her right and Sarah’s hand on her left as walked behind the casket to witness Rev Abdinango Carolino being sent HOME in a manner that can be compared to the likes of Floyd Mayweather returning home to bury one of his own. Nearly two decades later, my mother duly honored her own mother Rhoda Carolino, having travelled halfway around the world and across oceans to pay her respects and send her own mother home in Style and Grace. That’s Honorable.
During the summer of 1984, at nine years old, I witnessed my mother rush to a neighbouring village home in an attempt to provide lifesaving CPR to a young boy in crisis… when she returned , she delivered me with the news that the boy, age nine, had died of parasites, something a simple and common childhood ailment medical treatment in Canada would have cleared up in a week or so. (Treatment me and my sister required when we returned to Canada in time to resume back to school that September 1984.
My mother fled a country ruled by dictatorship, for opportunity to work in democracy and to experience the freedoms promised in Canada ... she wanted to experience the life of her dreams and she wanted just that for her daughters and for her family relatives.
My mother was a woman of few words, yet her actions spoke volumes. Time and time again, she proved her love through action.
May God reward her for her extraordinary gratitude, cultural hospitality, selflessness and loving compassion. I love you Mom. Thank you.
Gallery
Forward from Handmade Book presented to Mom in celebration of her Retirement
"A pose to Remember" featuring the likeness of Rev Abdinango Carolino alongside mom. Manila 1973
1970's
Eunice Carolino, early 1960s, Philippines
Jerusalem, Holy Pilgrimage, 2013
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A "great memory" shared by Ms. Kathy Axmith of Toronto, Canada
December 21, 2023
Peace Be With Eunice Carolino -- "Michele and Sarah, I was sad to hear about your Mom. I have a great memory of her that I wanted to share. When I was pregnant with my first son Corey, I was having some complications. It took me 2 years to get pregnant with him and at about 15 weeks I started to bleed terribly. I was scared out of mind that I was losing this baby! After going to North York General and having them tell me there was nothing they could do, we headed to where my OB was at Women's College. I am crying and terrified in the room waiting for an ultrasound to see if my baby is still alive and guess who walks in?? Your mom! She took such good care of me (and my mother who was freaking out as well). She held my hand while I waited for the technician to do the ultrasound. She never left my side. Thankfully Corey was perfect and it was a minor complication (he is now a 14 year old teenager!) but what a difference it was to have your Mom there with me! We had not seen each other in years but it was fate that she was the nurse handling my case that night!" -- @kathyaxmith