ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Florendo Quebral, 89 years old, born on December 6, 1931, and passed away on February 9, 2021. We will remember him forever.
Posted by Clarissa Maroon-Lango on February 23, 2021
The news of Dr. Florendo Quebral's passing brought sadness to me and my college friends in Plant Pathology. He was one of the professors in my department at the University of the Philippines in Los Baños. He took genuine interest in his students. And I was one of the fortunate ones who got good and highly encouraging advice from him. I vividly remember when he casually asked me what I planned on doing after I graduated. Honestly, I wasn't sure. He encouraged me to go to graduate school as soon as I could. He was the first to talk to me about grad school. And that stuck.

After I finished my Masters degree, I recall giving a talk about my research during my visit at UPLB. Out of the blue he showed up, and at the end of my presentation gave me a wink of approval. I was elated because I knew he was genuinely happy for me - one of the department's students. And of course, he teased me about the slight change in my accent.

I don't know whether I ever thanked him. I hope he knows that he made a difference to me. He was very supportive and encouraging. And as my college friends and I recently reminisced, albeit virtually, about Dr. Quebral and our time at UPLB, we realized how fortunate we were to have known him.

His passing signified to me the passing of a generation that exemplified professionalism, upliftment, and support of younger professionals.

Thank you, Dr. Florendo Quebral!

May eternal light shine upon your soul and may you rest in peace.
Posted by Marianne Quebral on February 18, 2021
Sharing Marco's tribute to Lolo during the Cosmopolitan Church Memorial for Dad:

Good morning. My name is Marco and I am apo number 1 of Flor Quebral, first son of Mark and Mayan.

I will remember Lolo bringing us to memorable adventures. Going up the mountain to check out the cell sites, bringing us to Pagsanjan to ride the rapids and visiting Lolo’s azola farm where Rally fell.  He also brought us fishing.

I will also remember Lolo waking me up at 5 in the morning with his “yahoo, yahoo” which means set up the computer so I can check out my yahoo account.

Visiting Los Baños, Lolo’s idea of junk food means bananas! So when Mojo found chocolates, he thought he hit the jackpot. Only to find that the chocolate called “time out” had literally timed out - meaning expired na!

I know Lolo was worried that I was taking too long to get married and that Selle would leave me. Lolo, no need to worry - Selle is with me today!

So, goodbye Lolo! I’m sure you can find someone in heaven who will set up your yahoo, yahoo! And I am sure Dad will take your place in bringing apos to their own adventures.
Posted by Maria Teresa Perez on February 12, 2021
Tribute to Dr. Florendo C. Quebral

We feel both sadness and joy as Flor passed on to the great beyond, to eternal home.

Flor was a trustworthy colleague and friend in the UPLB College of Agriculture especially when we were associates in administration of the College for more than ten years. He was our action man in agricultural extension in joint efforts with the Department of Agriculture National Food and Agriculture Council promoting agricultural and rural development in the countryside for the benefit of small farmers.

Possessed of a singular singing voice, Flor was very popular in our College ceremonies and socials enlivening the gatherings.
During the annual Loyalty Days, he was our coordinator and link to the alumni.

Flor was a good neighbor in our Dairyville Residence Community, an active member in his prime. 
We shall treasure memory of Flor. 
Our deepest condolences to his family.

Cled Perez
Posted by Lhine Khe on February 11, 2021
Lolo Idol I will miss you kasi you always visit our office lalo na if you want to drink coffee and read newspaper na from cover to cover talaga. Yung smile mo talaga ang nakakamiss and pag Valentines Day, you always ask me to xerox greetings and distribute sa aming lahat. Lagi ka pa nahingi ng snacks lalo na yng salty caramel popcorn kaya natuto ako kumain nun. You even celebrate birthdays with us. Naging friends tayo noong naging part ka ng Committee ng Alumni for Loyalty Day. You are so active at pinagsisigawan mo pa ang tawag mo sa akin ay IDOL din. We used to call each other as IDOL. Pati mga tao sa admin nakigaya na ng tawag sa iyo na yung si Idol ko daw dumating na. You will always be my friend and my lolo. Kilala mo na din nang matagal ang mother ko (Aling Maring). Thank you Idol for sharing your happiness with us. I will try to upload photos with you...mga happy moments...
Posted by Gerry Pinder on February 9, 2021
Uncle Flor was the youngest brother of my mom. She was his high school English teacher at then Union High School. He would oftentimes come over for lunch at home, since the school was less than a mile away, so I saw him often enough when I was a young girl growing up. I remember he had a beautiful high school sweetheart who was an American Caucasian lady studying at the same high school. I can’t remember now whether she was a daughter of a missionary. He attracted a lot of pretty ladies, being a handsome and talented young man. He had a good baritone singing voice. Although he was more reserved and not prone to entertain you with stories or crack jokes the way Uncle Junior did, he was warm and very generous. This trait really endeared him to all his nephews and nieces. I remember the many Christmas gatherings of the Quebral clan when he & his family would come down from Los Baños to Manila to join us and his gift was a crisp brand new 20 pesos for each one who was present at the party. Of course at that time, 20 pesos went a long way and one could buy a lot of things with it. For all the younger nephews and nieces, it was like a gift of gold!
When I left for the States, I did not get to see him as often. But when the computer age dawned upon all of us, I was surprised to learned that he had an email address! Not many “older” people would venture into learning new tech stuff. I had created a Quebral Clan yahoogroup email listserve and he would often communicate that way. Then he even created a Facebook account and would often post pictures and updates about himself and the family. He had a Bible verse a day or a hymn a day. He would always exhort us to trust in God and give Him the glory! I am sure that God was pleased with this faithful servant of His and has welcomed him into His Kingdom!
"Precious in the sight of The Lord is the death of His faithful servants" Psalm 116:15.
Posted by A Madamba on February 9, 2021
Tito Flor was a constant when I was growing up. I will treasure all the memories shared as neighbors and family friends, through the years. It was a joy to see him and Angie a couple years ago in Pennsylvania. ‘Sad to know that it was the last time ... will miss him for sure! Rest In Peace, Tito!

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Posted by Clarissa Maroon-Lango on February 23, 2021
The news of Dr. Florendo Quebral's passing brought sadness to me and my college friends in Plant Pathology. He was one of the professors in my department at the University of the Philippines in Los Baños. He took genuine interest in his students. And I was one of the fortunate ones who got good and highly encouraging advice from him. I vividly remember when he casually asked me what I planned on doing after I graduated. Honestly, I wasn't sure. He encouraged me to go to graduate school as soon as I could. He was the first to talk to me about grad school. And that stuck.

After I finished my Masters degree, I recall giving a talk about my research during my visit at UPLB. Out of the blue he showed up, and at the end of my presentation gave me a wink of approval. I was elated because I knew he was genuinely happy for me - one of the department's students. And of course, he teased me about the slight change in my accent.

I don't know whether I ever thanked him. I hope he knows that he made a difference to me. He was very supportive and encouraging. And as my college friends and I recently reminisced, albeit virtually, about Dr. Quebral and our time at UPLB, we realized how fortunate we were to have known him.

His passing signified to me the passing of a generation that exemplified professionalism, upliftment, and support of younger professionals.

Thank you, Dr. Florendo Quebral!

May eternal light shine upon your soul and may you rest in peace.
Posted by Marianne Quebral on February 18, 2021
Sharing Marco's tribute to Lolo during the Cosmopolitan Church Memorial for Dad:

Good morning. My name is Marco and I am apo number 1 of Flor Quebral, first son of Mark and Mayan.

I will remember Lolo bringing us to memorable adventures. Going up the mountain to check out the cell sites, bringing us to Pagsanjan to ride the rapids and visiting Lolo’s azola farm where Rally fell.  He also brought us fishing.

I will also remember Lolo waking me up at 5 in the morning with his “yahoo, yahoo” which means set up the computer so I can check out my yahoo account.

Visiting Los Baños, Lolo’s idea of junk food means bananas! So when Mojo found chocolates, he thought he hit the jackpot. Only to find that the chocolate called “time out” had literally timed out - meaning expired na!

I know Lolo was worried that I was taking too long to get married and that Selle would leave me. Lolo, no need to worry - Selle is with me today!

So, goodbye Lolo! I’m sure you can find someone in heaven who will set up your yahoo, yahoo! And I am sure Dad will take your place in bringing apos to their own adventures.
Posted by Maria Teresa Perez on February 12, 2021
Tribute to Dr. Florendo C. Quebral

We feel both sadness and joy as Flor passed on to the great beyond, to eternal home.

Flor was a trustworthy colleague and friend in the UPLB College of Agriculture especially when we were associates in administration of the College for more than ten years. He was our action man in agricultural extension in joint efforts with the Department of Agriculture National Food and Agriculture Council promoting agricultural and rural development in the countryside for the benefit of small farmers.

Possessed of a singular singing voice, Flor was very popular in our College ceremonies and socials enlivening the gatherings.
During the annual Loyalty Days, he was our coordinator and link to the alumni.

Flor was a good neighbor in our Dairyville Residence Community, an active member in his prime. 
We shall treasure memory of Flor. 
Our deepest condolences to his family.

Cled Perez
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Dad is Doing His Thumbs up from Above

Shared by Debbie Diokno on February 15, 2021
Shared at the Feb. 11, memorial service, Church Among the Palms

It is never easy saying goodbye and the COVID-19 situation makes it even more difficult.

I knew about Dad’s underlying health conditions, but he always managed to bounce back whenever he had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. I never really thought about things going south very quickly.

I spoke to Dad three times in his final days. On my second call he was in good spirits---more like himself ---joking about the bags under his eyes and complaining about why he couldn’t have some juice. It seemed like a bounce back again to me.

The morning after he was discharged from the hospital…that phone call with Dad felt different. Thanks to technology, families like ours are able to bridge the geographic gap and can still come together in crucial times.

Mark and I were fortunate to talk with Dad in his last remaining hour. We were reassuring him that it was ok if he wanted to let go and rest and that we loved him very much. In his weak response, he was able to mumble back “I love you.” As I think about that moment, we were blessed to be all together, and I am glad he understood that we were there with him despite the physical distance.

Dad was also in the loving care of Angie during those last moments – someone who has been by his side in the later part of his life. We will always be grateful to Angie who loved and cared for Dad and brought back a spring in his step.

Dad last visited me in Virginia in 2018. He traveled with Angie and was with us in time for the annual Cherry Blossom festival. It was cold and he would tire easily. Little did we know that his COPD condition was starting to manifest at that time. Despite his condition, visiting many places and connecting with several friends and family in the US, must have been hugely satisfying for him – their many pictures certainly show it.

My husband, Ron, and I then came home the following year and had the opportunity to get re-acquainted with the Los Banos community. I will always have roots in Los Banos. I have many happy childhood memories in LB and I thanks my parents for that.  I think Mark feels the same way since he and Mayan have started visiting Los Banos more frequently now, staying in our old home.

I guess what I am trying to say is, Dad, in many ways, taught us about the value offamily and remembering where we came from.  If I feel a bond to this community-- to Dad, that bond would most certainly be 100x stronger.

I am truly grateful to all of you for being a friend, co-worker, colleague, student, tennis buddy to Daddy and for being here tonight to celebrate his life. Thank you for sharing his love of song, jokes, travel, food and many simple joys of life.

For Dad, a simple and happy life is a full life lived.

Thank you for your continued prayers and many words of comfort. One communication I received yesterday is “God gained an all-star singer for his choir!” I actually agree with that!

I am pretty sure he is now joyously singing his favorite hymns and giving us his usual thumbs up seeing you all here. I can almost hear him saying to you all “Salamat Partner!”

Getting FLOR'd at Tennis

Shared by Ron Diokno on February 12, 2021
At some point in time, we may have been considered a tennis family. Debs, my son Rally, daughter Denise and I have taken to the sport in many ways. We all know how to play, we watched our kids compete in HS Varsity matches and club tournaments, and briefly played doubles against one another until it was no longer fun when the siblings continually dominated their parents.

But there is one single influence for all of us; a person whom we trace this tennis lineage to—LOLO FLOR!

There is no winning against Lolo Flor in tennis and here’s why:

Dad is your die-hard tennis afficionado. In his heyday, he was known to play almost everyday in Los Banos. Whenever he were in Manila or somewhere else, he was sure to pester you in finding a court to play in. Game 1 – Flor.

When we would visit Los Banos for the weekend, you cannot escape playing a doubles match with him. The worst part comes when he wakes Debs, Mark and I up at 4:30 a.m. way before the dawn breaks and the rooster crows, even with the knowledge that you arrived late the night before. He justifies that there are many others who want to play but obviously, nobody else is at the courts and you are the first people to arrive! Chalk up another game for Flor.

So it’s still dark, you're very sleepy and in whatever sportswear you can muster. Dad, on the other hand, is dressed to the hilt with the new tennis outfit that Debs and I or Mark and Mayan bought for him. Score an ace for Flor!

Half awake, you try hard to warm up and hit a few strokes in a shell court which you just drew crooked lines around with white powder in a used tennis can with a lot of small holes at the bottom. The sun slowly creeps up and you suddenly have to get the game going because by now, there are already people waiting in line to play next and you realize that Dad was right. Flor wins again!

Dad is a veteran player and a master of strokes and strategy. In his prime, he would return any shot you give him with the least effort and number of steps. His anticipation is impeccable and he would use this to his advantage to “place” the ball around the court and tire you out. You should also be wary of the dreaded drop shot which if you didn't return, would come with an added dose of taunting. But here’s the rub--If he won, he'd say you lost to an old man; If he lost, he'd say its because he’s getting old. Tiebreak dominated by Flor!

The game ends and you’d think he’d host breakfast. Win, lose or draw it’s still your treat, mostly likely at Jollibee. He relishes in not only having played the game with family but also on sharing a free meal. You somehow break out a smile then realize that tomorrow, a Sunday, the same routine repeats! Game, Set and Match—Flor!

So how do you get even with him? You raise a son who would someday beat him in his own game. He is gracious in surrender, reiterate the familiar line that  age is fast catching up, but deep inside, you know he took pride with the pedigree he handed down.

When we moved to the US and our kids made it to their HS varsity teams, he made sure he was always updated with stories about their matches. And oh! how he cherished hearing about how his “apos” were doing well in a game he so loved.

On his last visit to us in Virginia in 2018, he made sure to watch a game of the high school team that our son Rally was now coaching even if it was cold outdoors which made his breathing more difficult. A few days after he returned to the Philippines, he beamed with joy upon learning that Rally’s team won the State Championships in its class.

Definitely, his tennis legacy lives on with us. You might say, it's a circle of life thing—thankfully minus the waking up early.

So Play On Dad, keep hitting those strokes, winning those matches and enjoying the game    . . . in the biggest Grand Slam court above!



Shared by Alpha Opulencia on February 11, 2021
Uncle Flor during my mom’s necrological reminisced their childhood days being the younger ones of the 12...
He bravely sang ALL their Sunday School songs & lines from The South Pacific too. A most endearing & beautiful tribute to a sister by a brother

I will treasure the morning breakfasts we would have with Val (who you called your “partner”) when you would walk to Payne St. from Ellery.

I was single when you first came to Virginia & stayed with me & the first thing you asked me is “do you have beer”?
Of course I didn’t, so we walked down to the Safeway & bought a six-pack . Every evening you would drink your beer while watching tv.

You & Ninang Ruth Gomez were present at our wedding in New Jersey.

Our Christmas reunions in Onyx with your games will always be remembered

I will miss your presence whenever I go home to visit...but I hope & pray to see Angie & Mark

So long for now Uncle Flor...  our heavenly Quebral clan welcomes you with open arms as you now rests in the bosom of our Heavenly Father

Till we meet again...it is well, it is well with my soul