Let Go or Give Up?

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In my last post A Silent Give Up, I used the words give up and let go, and while sometimes we think that they mean they same, they actually don’t.   One commenter pointed the difference to me and that inspires me to write this article.

So if they are not the same, then what is the difference between letting go and giving up?

I’d like to take nature as an example.

In some countries where there are four seasons,  at the turn of the season as in autumn, the tree will shed its leaves to pave way for the winter.  During this season, the tree may look bald and lifeless without its leaves, frozen even during the wintertime.  However, in the spring, tiny buds will start to come out to fully bloom in the summer, the tree gaining again its vibrancy and beauty as it was before…or even better.

During the autumn months, although the tree has to let go of its leaves to prepare for the next season, it doesn’t remain bald and leafless, but it will continue to grow as the season changes.

If the tree could talk, I’m sure that it will say that it hurts to let its leaves go.  Shedding its leaves means taking the risk of looking ugly, of not quite being its usual self, of looking lifeless, before it could turn into something beautiful, if not more, when the summer comes.  It’s allowing something to die in order to be reborn.

That is letting go.

Imagine if the tree refuses to shed its leaves and decides to hold on to every one of them and refuses to participate in the cycle of life?

Autumn would be not be captivating.  Winter would not be stunning.  Spring will not come.  Summer? I can’t imagine what it would look like.

That is giving up.  Refusing to participate in the natural cycle of things.  Refusing to grow.

In relationships, we can illustrate letting go by walking away from a person who doesn’t value us.  That person could be abusive to you or have neglected you habitually or making you as an option.  Walking from a toxic person or a relationship doesn’t mean that one doesn’t love the person anymore.  It just means that one values him/herself so much that he/she wouldn’t put up with the abuse or the neglect anymore.  It means that one lets go of the abuse or the neglect or refuse to be an option again to regain her/his self-worth.

Giving up is allowing or tolerating the abuses or the neglect or remaining to be just an option as if there wasn’t any other choice or a way out.

In this situation, letting go is taking a choice, taking charge of one’s life and gaining back one’s self-worth while giving up is just wallowing in misery tolerating and permitting everything as it happens hoping that things will work out or get better on its own.

There is a big difference between giving up and letting go, and Daniell Koepke explains it better as follows:

“Giving up means selling yourself short.  It means allowing fear and struggle to limit your opportunities and keep you stuck.   

Letting go means freeing yourself from something that is no longer serving you.  It means removing toxic people and belief systems from your life so that you can make room for a relationship and ideas that are conducive to your well-being and happiness. 

Giving up reduces your life.   Letting go expands it.  Giving up is imprisoning. Letting go is liberation.   Giving up is self-defeat.   Letting go is self-care.

So next time you make the decision to release something or someone that is stifling your happiness and growth, and the person has the audacity to accuse  you  of giving up or being weak, remind yourself  of the difference.  Remind yourself that you don’t need anyone’s permission or approval to live your life the way that feels right.  No one has the authority to tell you who to be or how to live.”

Live life to the fullest.

You only live once.

Create the life the way you want it.

Life is too short to be but happy.

Everyone deserves nothing less than the best.


A Silent Give Up


Some of us, if not all, have experienced being in love and actually loving someone, not just loving the idea of being in love or being in a relationship.  Our love stories are unique, our experiences of love vary, and I am sure that they, at some point, felt quite right, perfect even, like everything just fell into place and all seemed rosy, until something happens that challenges the relationship.  It could be a third party, an illness, a job that changes either one of your priorities and the like, but what if it’s nothing like that? What if you suddenly felt a change, a disconnection of some sort that you cannot put a finger on and cannot quite figure out why and where it’s coming from?

A silent give up.

He is pulling away subtlely, but you feel the pain little by little and it hurts just as bad.

You’re still together, but you’re not sure anymore.  You feel disconnected so you try to brace yourself and prepare for the worse and slowly try to detach yourself from him hoping you could shield yourself from the worse pain that is to come sooner or later.

You’re still together, but you prepare yourself to waking up alone (again) and keep yourself so busy just to distract from thinking about and of him.

You find that your conversations become too brief and less often than it used to be, that your text messages have reduced to just the perfunctory greeting as good morning (and sometimes good night, if he remembers), but definitely no more “I miss you” or “I love you.”  And when you text him that you miss him or you love him, it just gets ignored, so   you try  not to take it personally.  In fact you try to look for an excuse for it and try so hard not miss him…the way he kissed, the way he smelled, the way he touched you.

He doesn’t see you as much and you accept the reason that he is just busy.

You accept any excuse he gives you when he doesn’t reply to your messages or your PMs and the like, and you stop arguing with him about that.  It’s your way of letting it all go, not because you found someone new or you don’t love him anymore, but because he doesn’t love you as much as you loved him.

Something has changed.

He doesn’t feel the same way for you as before. He doesn’t think of you as much as it used to be, and he is dropping some hints until you figure out and then you get tired to give you a reason to leave him because you just had enough.

Even the strongest feelings expire when ignored and taken for granted.

He breaks your heart with his silence slowly but surely, thinking that it wouldn’t hurt you just as much.  He couldn’t even give you the last gift of closure.

Girl, he is silently breaking up with you.

Here are some quotes that I picked up from Google that might help you cope up with the breakup and  help you move on:

When this happens, do not give him so much power over you that his silence leaves you questioning your worth.

Sometimes it’s better to just let things be, let people go, not to fight for closure or ask for explanations or chase answers or expect people to understand where you’re coming from.

All failed relationships hurt, but losing someone who doesn’t appreciate or respect you is actually a gain, not a loss.

Stop chasing the wrong one. The right one won’t run.

Someday, all the love you have given away will find its way back to you, and it will finally stay.

Don’t waste your time trying to get people to love you. Spend your time with those who already do.

Tell yourself everything will work out. Things will get better. You are important. You are worthy of great things.  You are lovable. The time is now.   This too shall pass. You can be who you really are. The best is yet to come. You are strong. You can do this.  (Doe Zantamata)

You deserve someone who is intentional and very clear about their feelings for you. You should not have to sit around and wonder how they feel about you or stay there while they halfway-somewhat love you.

You need to make space in your heart for someone who has the capacity to love you just as much as you love them.

Let him go and move on.


Of Movies, Coffee, Love Themes and the Paradox of Love


Happiness is multiplied when it is shared.

Out of Recluse

I rarely go out with anyone these days, not even with friends, but last Monday, a longtime friend and colleague invited me to a movie.  It’s been years since we last went out even for coffee, and so this movie, which a lot of people are talking about, was the reason that I came out of recluse…to enjoy the simple things in life.

Kita Kita Movie Date

The movie was a romantic comedy, a little creepy in a cute kind of way, and funny and sad at the same time.  It’s something that will make you feel good but makes you wish it didn’t end that way after watching it.  While it was funny, I had to stifle a cry and hold back a tear too, without much success.  It was undeniably a good movie to watch that’s worth your time and money.  A movie that’s just perfect to watch with a friend or friends.

Let’s Sit and Talk a While

After the movie, my friend and I went to have coffee together, something that we usually do back in the days right after a long day at work.   Somehow, we just got too busy with our lives that we hardly had time for after-work coffee, early dinner, or late afternoon runs.  Yeah, life took over and we drifted apart.  We hardly even see or talk to each other.  Our usual one-hour talk over lunch was reduced to just hi, hello and goodbye…or have a nice weekend! I thought that we start catching up with each other over a cup of coffee, which was a nice thing to do after so many months of being out of touch with each other.

I’ve learned to love and be happy with my own company, but happiness indeed is multiplied when it is shared.  Watching a movie becomes more enjoyable when we laugh our hearts out together or laugh at each other’s faces after crying our eyes out.  I enjoyed my coffee more when I shared a cup with a friend.  The moment becomes a little more special and memorable when I just sit and talk a while with a friend over a cup of coffee.  I’m a recluse most of the time, but when I go out, I do enjoy other people’s company as well, and definitely a good cup of coffee.

I was truly glad that I went out with a friend to watch a movie and catch up.

I Remember the Boy, but I Don’t (or Do?) Remember the Feeling

Let me go back to the movie that my friend and I went to watch together.  No, I’m not going to give you a movie review, but I’d like to share with you something that conjured up a memory in me.  It’s a song that was played during the movie, “Two Less Lonely People in the World.”  It is used in this movie as the OST,  remade and revived by KZ Tandingan. The song was originally sung by Air Supply in the 1980s.

I was still in high school then, and the song was quite popular at that time as Air Supply was.  Something stirred in me, something old and deep, as I listened to the song.  It didn’t make me cry though, but it conjured up a memory of a person, one who’s supposed to be locked deep in the abyss of my memory, lock and key thrown out.

I happen to get reconnected with this person a few years ago after three decades of not seeing each other.  We didn’t know why we “lost” each other.  We just somehow drifted apart with no apparent reason.  However, even a driftwood would surely one day be washed up on the shore, and just like that, it’s either him or me who drifted back to the shore one fine day.  We stumbled with each other after being apart for so long and just as anyone would do when seeing someone he hasn’t seen for a long time, we tried to catch up with each other as much as us we can for whatever time we had at that time.

We talked about the past, what happened to us all those years, and we even found it funny how “Two Less Lonely People” became “our” song when clearly we were not two lonely people at that time.  It was him who brought that song up with me, although I remember it so very well too.  It came to me as a surprise that he remembered after all those years.  I never expected him to remember it.

We were two happy young teenagers, far from being lonely, but we chose it to be our song nevertheless.  Who can blame us? We’re just two teenagers at that time…and maybe too young to fall in love or get into a relationship or decide for a song that would immortalize our love. Haha!

Despite making me feel a little bit nostalgic because of the song, that poignant memory brings me warm feelings.  I would have wanted my story to have another ending, but it ended they way it should be.

Just like the movie that me and my friend watched, sometimes however lovely and beautiful your story is, one could never guess what the ending might be until you get to the last part of the movie.  It is sad that we do no have control of how the story ends, but that’s how it should be.

The actor can only portray their roles as best as the script dictates, but it is the scriptwriter who determines how the story will end.

Lessons in Life, Lessons in Love

We are all actors of our own story, but only God determines our ending.

Our story may be about falling in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time, and just as we think we have finally found love, only to realize that we lost it again.  Tragic? Yes, life can be so unfair!

The Paradox of Love

Love makes us happy, but it can be a source of our unhappiness too.  Love can get our hearts broken, but it is also only love that can mend it.



Confessions of A Newbie Trail Runner: Conquering Mt. Batolusong

I contemplated on running off-road for a while, but hadn’t had the chance to actually join an event. However, last April 9, 2017, I finally had a taste of what trail running was and had a jaunt to the countryside that is San Andres, Tanay, Rizal.  It was not my first out-of-town event, but the idea of combining running and mountain climbing in this one event thrilled me.


I must admit that I had a few mileage under my belt when I joined, but boy did I prepare intensively to conquer Mt. Batolusong! I had to tweak my training regimen a little bit for the trail run.  My friend Ysa who is an experienced trail runner, who had ran Mt. Batolusong once warned me that it is a challenging trail, technical was the actual term, which means that there will be unending ascents and steep downhills, but she also gave a picturesque description of the view on top which made me wish April 9 would come sooner so I could see and experience everything she described.


The organizers provided basically everything we need to know about the out-of-town event such as the map outlining the trail and hydration stations, the instructions on how to reach the event venue and even suggested cheap shuttle service for commuting participants.  However, my friends and I opted to rent a car to shuttle us to and from the event.  Comfort was our priority since the ride going to the event was going to take a few hours, 2 hours or so, from Sucat, Paranaque.  Renting a private car was more expensive than the shuttle service, but we made the right choice.  It was worth the money spent.


Pickup time at McDonald’s Taft MRT station was 11 p.m.  At that hour, EDSA was abuzz with commuters waiting to get a bus or jeepney ride home or somewhere else.  We were not able to indulge ourselves with hot coffee nor a hot meal as the car was already there and we needed to pick up one more passenger at a gasoline station along EDSA-Ayala.


The ride going to San Andres was pleasant, albeit a little traffic somewhere in Cubao slowed us down a bit.  Past the area of congestion, the ride was smooth.  I was able to enjoy looking at the city lights below as it was an uphill ride up to San Andres.  It had started to drizzle when we left Pasay City and still drizzling when we arrived around 1 a.m. at San Andres Barangay Hall where the organizers set up their command center and the Start and Finish lines.  By the time we arrived at the venue, the 80k runners just kicked off.  We were not able to see them off though.


There were no McDo, Jollibee or convenience stores in the vicinity of the venue so we settled to warm and fill our tummies with meals sold from a nearby sari-sari store. Once we had our fill, we rested inside the car and tried to get a brief shut-eye before we toe in the starting line. I wasn’t able to sleep so as my other companions except Rose who slept soundly as if she was in her own bed.  I sat beside Rose inside the car and listened to the sound of pouring rain eyes closed but sleep was just so elusive at that time. The rain calmed me though and made me feel relaxed despite my lack of sleep.


The drizzle became a downpour by the time the 50k runners kicked off at 3 a.m. and the 25k runners at 5 a.m.  Rose and I prayed the rain will stop by 6 a.m. in time for our kick off.  We signed up for the 12k run.  We were worried that we would trip along the trail since we did not bring any head lamps to light our way as we expected it will be sunrise by 6 a.m.  Our anxiety vanished when the rain stopped and the sun started to show.  We toed in the starting line at exactly 6 a.m. and started to run at first on a relatively smooth terrain, a bit graveled, coarser as we ran farther.


By about 500 meters from the starting line, the terrain started to change.  We came across a very shallow and rocky stream, then we started our ascent. There were a variety of trees and shrubs along the trail where it became rockier. The mud started to stick to my shoes, which were not really trail shoes.I was wearing my trusted on-road running shoes hoping they were going to provide enough traction to keep me from slipping. I managed to trek the muddy terrain with my feet getting heavier every step as the mud accumulated under my shoes.

So this was “technical” ascent meant. I felt I would gain wings when I reached the summit, our turn about point, because the trek uphill seemed endless and heading towards the sky as it was very inclined, my chin and knee would almost touch every step up.  After a kilometer or two of the killer ascent, we could already see a sea of clouds around us.  We were not even at the top yet, but we could already see clouds and lush greens around us which made me forget how arduous the climb was! I couldn’t help myself, but take a quick selfie to capture the beauty of the nature.  By this time, some runners had started their descent.  Not quite sure if they were from the 80k or 50k pack of runners who ran ahead of us earlier.


A few more hilly climbs and near missteps and falls, we got to a place where there was a rock formation about 10 or 12 feet high.  Rose and I went up to the top of the rock and had our selfies there. 🙂 I think everyone who passed by this rock formation had a selfie or two before continuing to run ahead.


Once we were satisfied with our selfies, we continued to walk up a few meters where we finally found a breezy grassland.  We ran further and we reached the hydration station where we ate biko, Jelly Ace, and chocolates, and drank water. Before we headed off and continued to run toward the turn about point which is the summit, we stuffed our pockets with jelly and chocolates and refilled our hydration packs.


I was able to finally properly run through the grassy field hoping to reach the top quickly as the sun is starting to scorch my neck.  A runner descending from the hill encouraged us to tread on as the turn about point was just about a kilometer away, only that it was not the hill that we were seeing, but behind that hill! Okay, we’ve gone this far, there is no turning back, so we treaded on.


It seemed that the trail kept on changing and it was never the same. The trail now became more slippery, narrower, and still muddy even if the rain had stopped hours ago and the sun was scorching.  A few meters away, the trail became very rocky that we had to climb on boulders and hold on to anything that we can support ourselves to keep us from slipping and falling.  We passed by bamboo trees and trekked on narrow trails with head-high shrubs.  By the time, I passed through this trail, I was all alone and fear crept as I slowly and carefully ran through the thick and tall grass and shrubs.  I was afraid a snake would pop out any minute.  Past this trail, we reached the steepest part and probably the most rocky and slippery. We had to yield to runners descending as the trail was also very narrow with sharp rocks.  Nothing much to hold on to but the boulders or any abutting root you could find.


About 20 meters from that area, we started to climb to the top, the summit, the turn about point.  I forgot how tired I was when I realized that we were surrounded by mountains. The thick fog prevented us to see the grandeur of the place, but the view was breathtaking nevertheless. Rose and I spent a few minutes at the summit desperately wanting to take a picture of us there, but unfortunately, our cellphones were all dead, so we just enjoyed the view before we started our descent back to where we started.


The cut-off time for the 12k trail run was 4 hours. The ascent took us about 2 hours. The run downhill was technical, but we made the downhill run faster than we did our ascent.  I told Rose we needed to be mindful of the time lest we will miss the cut-off time.  I reckoned we had made lots of selfies and carried enough memories with us of the breathtaking view of the mountains and the lush scenery around us, it was time to beat the clock.


Aided by the momentum going downhill and with less stopovers, we ran strong and finished in less than 4 hours.  Rose finished about 5 minutes ahead of me.  I reached the finish line with a little bruise on my left knee when I lost my footing on a rock and slipped.  Except for that very “small” accident, I was okay, just hungry as our last meal was about 8 hours or so ago.


Food and drink awaited us at the finisher’s line.  I grabbed my share before I got my medal and finisher’s shirt making sure I had food and drink! Refueling and rehydrating were my priority when I finished.


Mt. Batoluson probably was a technically difficult trail for a newbie trail runner like me, but it was just my first time, and I survived it.  Definitely, this will not be my last, but more trail runs to come!


Happy trail running!


Next on my blog would be the lessons I learned from my first trail run.


Goodbye, Too Soon


A Eulogy for Auntie Marissa Gaite Limbo-Villanueva

Feb. 27, 1958 – December 27, 2016

My cousin who flew from Canada to Mission Viejo, California asked me to write a eulogy for our beloved Auntie Marissa who passed away on December 27, 2016 in California  She was diagnosed with cancer last July and after five months battling with it, lost her fight when her heart gave out on her.  Although her untimely death is difficult for us to grasp, it is comforting to know that she passed away peacefully and painlessly.

I thought it was a piece of cake writing a eulogy for her.  After all, I have all the good things to say about her; however, I underestimated my emotions, and the sobs in between writing got in the way so it took a while before I finished writing it.

I had the privilege of being with Auntie for a couple of years when I was in college before she left for Saudi Arabia to work as a medical technologist in ARAMCO from 1990 up to 1999.  I was 16 years old when I entered college and Auntie was my constant companion, my movie buddy, my confidante and my best friend though I was living in a boarding house back then.  It was difficult being apart from Auntie when she left, but eventually I learned to live on my own and dealt with my homesickness and my loneliness away from my family and from Auntie.

Auntie and I remained very close, although when she got married and moved to the states to live with her husband, Uncle Rene, we seldom see each other.  The last time I saw her was in May 2007 when my father died, her older brother.  Even if we didn’t see each other that much we still continue to keep in touch.

Auntie Marissa was the kind of person who didn’t want anyone to worry about her, so it was a shock to me, to us, when she emailed me that she has cancer that already spread to her lungs.  We all thought that the pain she was complaining in her ankle was just arthritis and the bleeding she had was just due to her myoma.

Things happened so fast since the announcement of her disease though she still managed to undergo 10 radiotherapy sessions which stopped her bleeding due to the ovarian cancer and went on to undergo chemotherapy a week or so after.  I was still able to talk to her via video call last October before she hardly replied to my messages. We thought that things were looking up when she responded to the radiation therapy.

She was discharged home and only went to the hospital for chemotherapy which didn’t sit too well with her.  In November, she was rushed to the hospital for difficulty breathing, and after she was declared stable, she was discharged home and was then put on comfort measures.  She was heavily sedated since then.  Unfortunately, the cancer was too far gone that even the best medical personnel and most advanced medical technology couldn’t save her.

Until now, the thought of her gone is too hard to grasp, but then we need to accept that she is gone.  Writing the eulogy for her was difficult because of the pain of loss that I am feeling. The thought of her brings me joy and sadness at the same time, but despite the pain, I choose to rejoice in the Lord for giving her to us, for allowing her to be in our lives, and for taking her pain away.

Marissa Gaite Limbo-Villanueva.  She was Auntie Marissa to all her nieces and nephews, Lolay to her grandchildren, Grandma to Dani, and Mama to Remelyn, her stepdaughter.  She was like a sister and best friend to all her former colleagues (Ms. Joy, Mam Shirley, Ms. Nena, Ms Judith, and Ms. Merlyn), in Metro Cebu Community Hospital where she worked as a medical technologist.  According to Ms. Joy, Auntie was the kindest and the most generous person she has ever known and they were all thinking of her.

I may not be present in her wake to read the eulogy for her, but surely Manang Liling will be able to convey our heartfelt gratitude and give honor to Auntie.

Here’s the eulogy that I wrote in behalf of the Limbo family that my cousin Lily June Limbo Lebumfacil-Antigua will read during the viewing on Jan. 3, 2017 at Mission Viejo, California:

We are all here today to pay our respects to an amazingly beautiful person, whose time here with us was cut far too short.  She was just 58, gone too soon.

My Auntie Marissa was one of the most wonderful people that I will ever know.


She was a small woman with a big heart. She was kind, generous and full of compassion. I couldn’t remember a time that she turned her back on us when we needed help.  She encouraged us all, her nieces and nephews, to finish school and get a job so that one day we can become self-sufficient and help our own family. Auntie sent most of us to school and continued to provide for us when we were job hunting. She always went out of her way to help and do something, big or small, to make our lives a little bit easier…and while she lived halfway across the globe from us, she never made the distance a hindrance for her kindness and generosity to reach us.


She was the Auntie that one can ever ask for. Ever since I can remember, we always have Christmas presents from her. She was Santa Claus personified during Christmastime. The kid in us have always been kept alive because of Auntie. She always made us feel we were loved and thought of, not only during the most wonderful time of the year, but always, even if we were all grownups.  Her kindness and generosity is truly exemplary. It doesn’t matter if we were naughty or nice, she was kind and generous to us no matter how we behave, although she would never condone any bad behavior. Being kind was just her nature.


Her generosity and kindness was not only limited to her immediate family, but encompassed her extended families and everyone that she treated as family.  I remember one time when she learned about Lolo Mesing, her father’s brother, who got sick just a few years ago. Without hesitation and without even his family asking her, she sent money to them so that Lolo Mesing would get the necessary medical attention.  She really cared. That’s our Auntie Marissa.  Thoughtful, selfless and always ready to help.


Auntie’s passion was her family – her husband, daughter, grandchildren, nieces and nephews and her siblings.


When Auntie was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, it was a very difficult time for the entire family. We couldn’t help but question why her? But we decided to trust God’s wisdom and entrust Auntie to Him knowing that He knows what He is doing. We wanted to be there to help take care of her and help her recover, but due to the distance, some of the members of the family cannot even visit her, and all they could do was pray for her.


I had the privilege of being able to be with her for a few days while she was desperately fighting cancer. I felt helpless not being able to ease her pain while I was attending to her, but despite my helplessness in the situation, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to be with her in the most difficult and probably most painful time of her life…when she was fighting for her life.  I spent my time looking after her as her disease got worse. I was happy to do whatever I could, because no matter how much I helped her, I felt like it was nothing compared to everything she did for me, for us, over the years.


As I contemplated on her life, I could say that indeed, actions speak louder than words, and Auntie’s actions while she was still alive speak volumes to us. She showed us how to be kind even when others are not, to be generous even when others are not deserving, and to never turn our backs to family however they misbehave. She showed strength, courage and selflessness while she was fighting for her life, and while she was in her sick bed, she still thought of us and reminded us to take care and love one another.


She may have not left us much in the way of material possessions, but what she did for us over the years was more than enough.   


She was an incredible person. We lost a woman of excellent character, a woman of worth. Most of all, we lost our beloved Auntie Marissa whom we will sorely miss, but will always be in our hearts.  There is no one like her.  Her life blessed so many, especially us, her family, and with all certainty I could say she lived a life of meaning and purpose by making a difference in our lives.  A life she shared selflessly not only with her husband, but to all of us here whose lives were touched by her kindness, compassion, and generosity.


She will be missed by a lot of people here. I wish her peace and will always love her.


Despite the pain of losing her, we praise and thank God for giving us Auntie Marissa. We thank God for taking away Auntie’s pain.


In behalf of the Limbo Family, we thank you Uncle Rene, Remelyn and Daniela for taking care and loving our Auntie Marissa. To all her friends who supported her especially during her illness, thank you. Thank you all for loving our Auntie Marissa.


Auntie Marissa, we love you and thank you for everything you did for us. Thank you for loving us unconditionally. Rest in peace.

Margie – Day 4: (30 Days of Thanks)

When God thought of blessing me, He gave me friends. Not a lot of it, but just a few who are real ones. The ones who’ll surely stay in good times and in bad times, in sickness and in good health, in time of plenty and in time of famine. They’re the few ones God gave to me to help me go through life: to celebrate with me in my successes, to cry with me in my losses, to cheer me up in my failures.
Today, I will honor a special friend whom I’ve known just recently but felt we’ve known each other for life, a kindred spirit who’s celebrating her birthday, Margie. I have so many good words to write about her here, but I will mention only a few that made an impact on me, HHH and the people whom she helped.
Marge, the philanthropist and missionary of charity
A few months ago, we founded a charity group Hope Help Health, but even before this group had a name and yet to become an official charitable organization or foundation, our friendship has already started to take roots and blossomed. God truly put kindred spirits together to work on one goal: help the poor, sick ones.
Mario Sutalbo case. This is probably the our group’s most memorable case to date. Not only because this was the most challenging, but this was the case that brought us together. This was the case where we first met you, albeit online, and worked with you since up to our latest cases. This was the case where the daily chats and occasional phone calls started. It was at this time that I learned about your kindness and generosity. When Mario died, you offered financial assistance to give him a decent burial. You made our work easier with your generous financial contribution and invaluable advice.
Mommy Shirley’s case. When our group thought of doing a raffle for a cause, you, Mam Shey and Mara, enthusiastically offered valuable items for the raffle. Whatever you thought would benefit the patients, you are most willing to do with joy and enthusiasm.
If we would count the things you do for the less fortunate we took under our wings, it would take a while before I will finish this post because surely as long as there are sick people who needs our help, you will still be there to lend a hand and share a blessing, so I will not enumerate everything you do because doing so is just impossible.
Marge, the friend
As your friend, your thoughtfulness, kindness and generosity will be never be forgotten and your friendship is truly a gift from above. I could never thank God enough for the gift of friendship. You know my life has been a little easier because of you. My heart is a little less lonely because of you (of course, apil mo ani HHH ladies, birthday man ni Marge so iya sa ron).
I thank God every time I think of you. Thank you so much Marge for making this world a better place. People like you reminds us of God’s goodness and faithfulness and surely the world (my morld) will never be the same without you.
Happy birthday Marge! You truly deserve the best and everything your heart’s desire today because you bring so much blessing in this world by being you!

Day 2 – 30 Days of Thanks – Shey