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There should be a place called heaven

Where I can see my son again.

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My First Born’s First

Yesterday, the 15th of March would’ve been my first born son’s first birthday.  It was a day to contemplate.
I made carbonara yesterday, bought cake, with his aunts pitching in ice cream, grilled bangus and liempo and pizza.  Even my mother made pancit canton.  It would’ve been fun, it would’ve been grand.
Sometimes its just weird where [...]

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There is nothing more painful than losing a child. Nothing. His birth was a celebration, his death numbing grief.

On the twelfth week of my wife’s pregnancy we learned that Jared had a condition. He developed an omphalocele. Incidence was 1 out of 4,000. Survival rate was very slim. Most of the doctors that saw my [...]

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