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My Loving Parents
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In Memory of My Father, April 19, 1939-April 16, 2006
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No one in particular comes to mind. At this point in my life, I'm just grateful for everyone I do meet. For those that go past the "acquaintance" stage, I am humbled to call my friends. There's a purpose for meeting people in your life, they can be a catalyst for change (positive and negative). With that comes many adventures and precious moments to share. For those that I never hear from again, there's a purpose as well. I don't care for fairweather friends. I don't have a need for them and just rather assume get on with life without them. Wow, that was deep huh? Well, life is fleeting...and I don't have time for topical people. So if you're one of them...you need not apply!
Classic Country (60s-80s), Country (but not Cowboy Troy or that type of crap....that's not country), Rock, Alternative Rock, British Rock, European Techno, anything from the 80s for amusement and nostalgia, some Hip Hop and Rap. Some contemporary Christian Music and Rock. Anything that is uplifting and reminds us to love and be true.
Office Space, The Notebook, Gladiator, Finding Nemo, The Others, Clerks, Dazed and Confused, Bridget Jones Diary (I & II)
All Six Seasons of SEX IN THE CITY, The Family Guy, The Simpsons, Frasier, The X Files, Friends, Deadwood, CSI, Law and Order, Heroes, Medium, The Apprentice, etc... But that was all before I went back to College.
Anything that makes me reflect on what life is all about. Spiritual and Physical Improvement. Anything Educational...especially ones that remind me how fragile we are as people.
My Father...he taught me to be humble, forgiving, loving and trusting. He worked hard, played hard, supported his family the way he did best(no matter how many jobs it took...even if it meant digging ditches and all the insults he endured while doing them). He struggled every minute of his life wearing a smile and an eye on the prize...an optimist against whatever odds. Living in a small town of bigots, who didn't appreciate veterans, were not socially tolerant of racial change, or a low-income family...we endured a lot. He was never perfect, but strived to do right, and that was more than good enough. He cherished his friends, coworkers and family...and he loved me when the world was falling down around me. I miss him dearly. My Mother is equally important to me. She has transformed herself from a dependent sibling of 9 Filipino children, who could not speak English to become an American Citizen, who can drive, speak English, raise 3 children on her own without her family nearby to help. She went from knowing nothing to becoming a very important something...someone who is counted on everytime a baby is born, and all the support that a family needs when a gift is brought into this world. She endured a lot taking care of me and my family. She sacrificed a lot to take care of my dying father. I am proud of her and am grateful to call her my mother. I wish she could see what I see of her...she is my inspiration and I love her.