A Thanksgiving

Reminiscence

 From the Silent Generation

Surviving the Second World War

The Baby Boomers' innovation

And the strong Millenial doors ajar.

The ocean of mercy opened up

God's incarnation in Mary's womb

And the blessings would never stop

Through the years and glad we are not doomed.

Embedded in humanity's soul

Is Christ's personal relationship

Must be the essence of life's goal 

For all mankind: our fellowship.

Christmas: season of transformation

Christ's real presence is our concern

Great jubilation for the nation

On this, we must profoundly discern.

Deus fit homo ut homo fieret Deus

(God becomes human so humans must become God.)

Catholics and non-Christians called Him Jesus,

The Saviour and we are immensely glad.

A Dedication

 The Children's  Memories

We remember you our dear mother

As a mother, you love your children

Unassuming but there is power

This is how it's going to begin.

In the Queen City, it started

Love grew, nourished until it blooms

This was not the plan but studied

And as Baby Boomers, it zooms.

Soon  the couple received a token

Four beautiful girls and two bright boys

Of the sun's smile and the joyous rain.

"Remember this is life", said the Voice.

The children's role model was their aunt:

A Florence Nightingale sans hubris;

"Strict discipline on what you must want

Will not lead you to your nemesis."

Dear mother is on a lovely bed;

We pay our last respect and goodbye

But there's a place where we must not  dread

Peace and joy that no one can deny.

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Belen Fortich Caermare 

Husband: Luisito Rueles Caermare

Children: Geraldine, Riza, Christy, Francis,  Antoniette, Rexis.

The bereaved family of Belen Fortich Caermare would like to convey 

their heartfelt gratitude for those who in one way or another had eased 

their sorrows in time of her demise.

Thank you very much!

The Children

(N.B.) Evangeline Rueles Caermare Trabanca is the Aunt, deceased, an LDR nurse.

"Help someone in distress and you lighten your own burden; the very joy of alleviating

the sorrow of another is the lessening of one's own."  (Fulton Sheen.)