Michelle Obama talking about Kamala Harris – “She understands that most of us will never be afforded the grace of failing forward. We will never benefit from the affirmative action of generational wealth.”

This statement highlights the challenges faced by many people, particularly those without the advantages of wealth or privilege.

• “Failing forward” refers to the concept of learning from failures and using them as stepping stones to success. The phrase suggests that some people, often those with resources or connections, are able to recover and advance even after setbacks. However, Michelle acknowledges that “most of us” won’t have this luxury; our failures might not be met with second chances or opportunities to bounce back easily.
• “The affirmative action of generational wealth” plays on the idea of affirmative action, which is typically about giving opportunities to marginalized groups. Here, it’s used to point out that those born into wealth often receive unearned advantages simply by virtue of their family’s financial status. This “affirmative action” is sarcastically framed as something that benefits only those with generational wealth, allowing them to take risks and recover from failures more easily.

In essence, the statement underscores the disparity between those who have the safety net of wealth and privilege, and those who do not.

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and cherished family members, today marks a momentous occasion—a celebration of a century of life, love, and legacy. As we gather here to honor the remarkable milestone of my dear mother’s 100th birthday, we are reminded of the profound impact she has had on each of our lives.

Through her boundless love, unwavering strength, and timeless wisdom, she has been the cornerstone of our family, guiding us with grace and kindness through every joy and challenge.

Today, we come together not only to commemorate a century of memories but also to celebrate the extraordinary woman whose life has touched countless hearts and whose legacy will endure for generations to come.

My mom, Angela David or Lita to her friends and family, was born in Malate, Manila on May 31, 1924. During this period, the Philippines was an American colony, under Governor-General Leonard Wood, where the economy was primarily agrarian, with significant American influence in trade and industry.

In 1924, Malate, Manila was a vibrant residential district known for its grand homes, scenic views, and a mix of affluent Filipino and American residents. Malate benefited from improved infrastructure, public services, and educational institutions, contributing to its dynamic community life.

Mom remembers Malate as a peaceful and beautiful place. Her mother always asked her to bring food they prepared to neighbors—an errand she disliked as a child, like most kids who don’t enjoy being told what to do. Ironically, this practice of sharing with those in need became ingrained in her, and when she became a mother herself, she continued the tradition of being generous and loving to family, neighbors and friends.

Angela’s parents were the salt of the earth. Despite having only, a second-grade education, they embodied hard work and dedication. Her mother, Paola, was a lifelong homemaker who cared for their large family of nine children. Her father, Lorenzo, was a skilled cook employed by American families. Though an excellent cook, he worked tirelessly and could only return home on weekends.

Yes, Paola and Lorenzo had nine children: Delfin, Ramon, Eugenia, Alejandro, Theresa, Juliana, Doroteo, Angela, and Anastacio. Each child grew up to be decent and loving, reflecting the values instilled by their parents. Together, they formed a big, happy family that thrived in an ideal and nurturing environment.

Mom received a solid American public-school education, attending Araullo High School within the historic walls of Intramuros. She enjoyed her studies and excelled academically. However, her world was abruptly transformed by World War II and the Japanese invasion of the Philippines. School came to a halt, services were disrupted, and life under foreign occupation became a harsh reality.

To support themselves, she and her close friend, Azucena, secured jobs at the Tabacalera in Manila, a hub of large warehouses and factories dedicated to processing tobacco leaves into various products like cigars and cigarettes. It was there that she crossed paths with my father, Nick, who was also employed at the company. Their romance unfolded swiftly, leading to an elopement; they rode a Tranvia to Tondo, Manila, seeking refuge with my father’s sister, as their decision had left both sets of parents understandably upset.

In time, forgiveness prevailed, and my parents reunited with Paula and Lorenzo. During the liberation of Manila, amidst one of the most tumultuous periods, Mom conceived her first child, Gigi. The danger was ever-present; Mom vividly recalls a harrowing encounter with a Japanese soldier who nearly harmed her unborn child while searching for the men of the family. Seeking refuge from the chaos, the family constructed a sizable underground dugout, where they sought shelter during the relentless bombings between the American and Japanese forces. Despite the tragic loss of friends and family during the liberation, Mom, Dad, and the majority of their loved ones emerged from the ordeal unscathed.

The post-war era brought prosperity to the family. Dad found success in the radio industry, earning renown as “Uncle Nick,” a beloved personality whose popularity brought both fame and fortune. With his stable income, he supported our growing family, which eventually comprised six children: Gigi, Danny, Emmy, Ester, Dante, and Jayjay. Dad was a pillar of support, ensuring everyone’s needs were met. He truly loved his wife and kids. Together, Mom and Dad created cherished memories, treating the family to annual vacations in Bicol and Baguio, where laughter and joy were abundant, making those summers truly unforgettable.

In 1979, Mom experienced a profound transformation when she found solace in her faith, marking it as the pinnacle of her life’s journey. Amidst marital challenges with Dad that led to weight loss and depression, a divine intervention came through her friend, Caring Pascua, who introduced her to the Catholic Charismatic movement.

Touched by prayer, Mom devoted the remainder of her life to the Lord, discovering the greatest treasure in God and the Holy Spirit. This newfound devotion propelled her into active service within the church, where she wholeheartedly served as a commentator, choir member, and in various other roles.

Although unable to attend physical church services at 100, Mom remains steadfast in her devotion, finding solace in daily rosary prayers and attending Mass online, a testament to her unwavering faith and commitment.

Having lived for a century, Angela imparts invaluable wisdom: “In this life, love should always reside in our hearts. With love, no problem is insurmountable; forgiveness comes effortlessly. Embrace love and peace, and harmony will naturally ensue.” She emphasizes, “The key to enduring happiness is love—keep love alive within you until the end.”

Angela’s secret to longevity? “Maintain a prayerful spirit, practice forgiveness, and empathize with others’ struggles. Our existence isn’t solitary; it’s intertwined with our fellow beings.” Reflecting on life’s transient nature, she adds, “This world isn’t our final abode; we are temporary dwellers. Our true home lies in the embrace of Jesus, of God, where eternal joy awaits. Let us strive to be kind and loving, seizing every opportunity to uplift others, for this journey is fleeting, and we shall not pass this way again.”

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed family, and friends,

Today, we gather to celebrate a remarkable milestone, a century of life lived with grace, wisdom, and boundless love. Let us all stand, raise our glasses. Let us honor the extraordinary woman at the heart of this gathering—our beloved matriarch, Angela.

To Mom, who has journeyed through a century of triumphs and trials, we offer our deepest admiration and gratitude. With each passing year, she has woven a tapestry of memories, laughter, and cherished moments that have shaped the very essence of our family.

Mom, your unwavering strength, unwavering kindness, and unwavering love have been our guiding light through life’s darkest nights. Your laughter has filled our homes with joy, your wisdom has enlightened our minds, and your love has warmed our hearts.

Today, as we celebrate your centennial, we raise our glasses not only to the remarkable years behind you but also to the countless blessings that lie ahead.

May your days continue to be filled with laughter, love, and cherished memories. May your spirit remain as vibrant as ever and may your legacy of kindness and compassion endure for generations to come.

Here’s to you, Mom—to a century of love, laughter, and indelible memories. May your journey ahead be as beautiful as the love you have bestowed upon us. Cheers to 100 years of a life well-lived!

We love you with all our hearts.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, like any other, when Nicanor found himself standing in the grocery store aisle, staring at the rows of siling labuyo. He sighed deeply, feeling a pang in his heart. This was the first time he was grocery shopping without Theresa, his wife of 32 years. Cancer had taken her suddenly, leaving him with a pantry full of half-used condiments and a heart full of memories.

Nicanor picked up a bunch of siling labuyo and placed it in his cart, half expecting Theresa to appear around the corner with a joke about their running joke – her obsession with finding the perfect Bicol Express recipe. As he pushed the cart along, he couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering how Theresa always made the mundane feel magical. Even a simple grocery run was an adventure with her, filled with banter and laughter.

He continued down the aisle, picking items absentmindedly, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was greeted by Leah, Theresa’s best friend and partner in crime. They had been inseparable, like a pair of old comedians alwayready with a punchline.

“Hey Nicanor,” Leah greeted him with a warm smile. “How are you doing? Need any help with the groceries?”

“Hi Leah. Just trying to figure out what to buy. It’s strange doing this alone,” he admitted.

Leah nodded sympathetically. “I get it. Theresa had a way of making everything entertaining. Remember that time she convinced the butcher to let her try to juggle longganiza?”

Nicanor laughed out loud, the memory vivid and hilarious. “Yes, and she dropped them all! The butcher was so mad, but Theresa’s charm got her out of trouble.”

Leah’s eyes twinkled. “How about we make this trip a bit more fun? Let’s pretend we’re on a mission to find the world’s best ingredients for the ultimate Bicol Express. Just like Theresa would’ve done.”

Nicanor’s heart felt lighter. “That sounds perfect.”

As they roamed the aisles, laughing and reminiscing, Nicanor realized that while Theresa was gone, her spirit lived on in the joy and laughter she brought to those around her. Even in the mundane act of grocery shopping, she had left a legacy of love and humor that could turn sorrow into smiles.

And as they left the store with their carts full of groceries and hearts full of memories, Nicanor knew that he could face the future with a smile, knowing that Theresa’s laughter would always be with him, echoing in the aisles of his life.

Naghahanap ng aliw sa alingawngaw ng kanyang pagtawa, ngunit ang nakakaharap ko lamang ay ang nakakabinging katahimikan ng kalungkutan.

Ang bigat ng kanyang pagkawala ay napakahirap, gayunpaman ninanais kong makahanap ng pag-asa sa gitna ng pira-pirasong butil ng nabasag kong puso.

Babangon ako sa kama tuwing umaga at bubuntong hininga.

Pagtagal, mawawala na rin ang kirot at pagsikip ng hininga.

Darating kasi ang araw na hindi ko na kailangang isipin kung paano ako nagkaroon ng isang mahusay at perpektong buhay kasama ka.

kapag umuwi nang lahat ng mga kaibigan mo at ikaw na lang mag-isa, doon lumalabas ang mga demonyo.

I returned home to find a little peace — not to forget about losing my wife, but to find solace in memories that no longer bring constant tears.

For me, it means indulging in the food we loved and being surrounded by family and friends who genuinely care and support me, rather than just being curious about the misery of my newfound solitude.

Sinita ako ng TSA dito sa DFW airport. May nakita kasi sila sa X-ray kaya binuksan nila ang carry-on bag ko.

“I’m sorry for your loss” ang bati sa akin ng officer habang sinasara ang bag ko, pagkatapos ng inspection.

“Thank you, I’m taking my wife home” – sabay iwas tingin dahil malapit na akong maiyak.

Small human gestures from total strangers touch me the most.