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To my dearest friend Malou, Just to say I love and miss you and Amy. We will keep the candle burning. May you and Amy rest in peace. Your friend, Becky.
Hi my dear friend Malou, I miss talking to you about anything...will never forget our friendship and times together. Love you. Your forever friend, Becky
Just to let you know that you are still my best friend forever....I miss you. I remember our "tajans" with Amy and Beth. You are always in my prayers. Love you much.
PS: I haven't gone home to Manila since. I will surely miss you when I get home but will make sure to visit your family.
I still remember you when I hear Sharon cuneta songs :) your voice & kind presence are sorely missed. Forever missed, forever loved. Pray for us as we lift you up in prayer too.
I miss you my dear sister. I still get to wish at times that we didnt have to part so soon. I comfort myself by thinking that you are happier now than ever before having been rewarded by Our Lord for having loved Him unconditionally till the end. You continue to inspire me. Ill always have you in my heart.
Happy birthday Malu! I am comforted by the thought of you being really happy in the presence of the Lord. Continue to pray for us, just as you had in the past
Happy Birthday Mom! :) I miss you and I love you so much... I know that celebrating your birthday wherever you are is million times happier than here on earth. Im happy knowing that you are already happy with God and with dad and abuelito,lolo,lola..
FUNERAL BLUES by Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
They say that only the good die young and that God has some special purpose for calling you home. Your brother Bob, Wife Karen and the boys are friends of mine and so you are my friend too. God Bless