In memory of the big man with a big heart, in fond remembrance of the laughter and joy he brought to us whose lives he touched, and in gratitude to his unselfish assistance to the many who came to him for relief and comfort.
My brother, the dash between the day you were born and when you were called to the Celestial Lodge is not enough to illustrate your life and times, all 40 years of it, but we know in our hearts that you lived every year fully.
Your sudden departure is unexpected and left bitterness to us who protest the unfairness of it all, and a void as dark as the abyss of eternal mourning, but it is the will of the Great Architect of the Universe to whom we convey our prayers for the comfort and assurance of those orphaned by his good and faithful servant.
And to you, I can only offer what I can do best...
To the trails I grieve
A hundred kilometers
Three days of penance
Totoy Bibo lives!
Senate and Congress concurred
So be it, Amen!
Black hat, white flowers
Devotion of the White Caps
Friday liturgy
The Broken Column
Lamentations of the Craft
A Brother comes home...
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