Doña Miguela Belarmino-Ticzon
It takes a special woman to be my grandpa's wife. It is not easy for God's tender creation to live such a life. A life where you must be both mother and father while my grandpa is gone. When you put your day's work aside, you go to bed alone. And there lay awake thinking of the day your husband will come home. You must go about with the strength of a man. You manage the household, make decisions and plans. Though as strong as a man, you may not be, you never let the world know when you're weak. You always hold your head high and do the best that you can. When those times come where all things go wrong. And it's no longer possible for you to remain strong. These are the times your heart quakes with pain. And tears from your eyes fall like torrential rain. You would that my grandpa were there to wipe the tears from your face.

       You wish you could feel the strength of his arms, his loving embrace. Greatly you long to know that he cares. You need to be reminded that he shares your dreams and your fears. As the pain becomes unbearable, you hear his voice. And your heart begins to sing. As you feel the warmth of his touch. His words quicken your spirit, rekindle you fire. You thank God in time to fend off your grief. Sometimes in your dreams, I suppose you imagine yourself many great things. While in your heart you know you will never live in a palace, never be a queen. But for you to attain highness of such grandeur there is no need. You already are one of the greatest women the world's ever seen. You are that special woman it takes to be my grandpa's wife.

Don Cristeto Emralino Ticzon
Riding your horse, high above the ground on which you travel, peering through the horizon. You watch this world, your world, and your worlds by. Ever vigilant to what is happening around you, you have seen life anew itself and death at what could be at its worst. You have seen love and kindness that lightens ones heart and makes life worth living. You have seen hate that could blacken a soul and take that life away again. Always moving at a rapid pace, never stopping but for what seems to be a few moments in time. The sun rises from the black, only to fall back again. It leaves you alone in the cool night air, with only the ever present humming from the beast beneath you which aids you along your way, and the sound of the wind being forced around you as you hurry along, the many paths that you have to follow.

      The days pass like the miles that you cover, rapidly and unknowingly aging you without a care to how long you have been here, or how long you will be here. The seasons pass like a few days in a week: spring, summer, fall and winter. One never seeming to last as long as it should. There are many around you hurrying to their homes to be with their wives and children, never caring where you have been, where you're going, what you have brought or what you have taken. Some just want you to get it there and to move along. To others you're in the way, wasting their precious time. If they only knew how precious that time at home with wife and children is.

      For without you, there would be hunger, death, and mass confusion as all would come to a halt. Perhaps then time would stand still long enough for you to take a breath. You knowingly do what must be done for your survival. To come home safe and to taste the special food that grandma prepared for you, and to hug and kiss your children who are waiting for you (who happen to be my papa, uncles and aunts).

I never have a chance to meet you but I do truly love and thank God to have you both as my Lola and Lolo.

Thank you and I love you,
Nellie R. Ticzon

Joaquina Atienza Rosales-Ticzon
It has been years since you left us, but the sweet memories you left are still fresh in my mind. As I look at my childhood pictures with you, I always have a big smile. As I recall those wonderful summers I spent with you in San Francisco, California, USA. It’s a mixed feeling sad and happy. I remember the bed time stories about the tail of a stupid cat (this story never end), about poor kabuti-buti that goes hungry till a pig let him slice a piece of meat from his hip with a request not to salt it because salt will cost him pain. And also about the poor orphan Maria with long hair and the poor little kids who lost their mother. Stories that you keep telling us to put us to sleep.

Your heart holds love enough to last through eternity: Your faith is strong enough to banish doubts and fears. Your words are wise enough to guide our life’s journey. I miss your smiles, your voice and your hugs. I miss you so much Mama, I miss you so much! I will be the girl you want me to be and be proud of. I am so lucky and thank God for giving me the world greatest grandma that’s you “MAMA”

Rest in peace my sweet Mama. Look after us as we go on with our lives.

I love you,
Ynna T. Fernandez
17 June 2002

Evangeline Jill Ticzon
You are my sister and friend, from beginning to the end of my life. You’ve been a special blessing. Our days are full of life and laughter. We shared sorrows, joys and tears. You’ve stood by me and held my hand. You walked with me through the years till the day you left me. When I needed someone to listen, I knew you would always be there. When I weathered the storms of life, you were always the one who cared. I was blessed to have you beside me. For life is short, the years rush past. No longer are you at my side, my precious secrets to confide. The days are long and hard to fill I wish we could go back and do the little things I asked you to. But that's OK, ‘cause I love you still. I always did and I always will. I wish you'd stayed a moment more. But God can’t bear to see you suffer, so He took you away from us. No more pain and sorrow you are free!

When I asked you that who will take care of me once you are gone and I'm sick, you said not to worry for you will watch and take care of me. I miss you so much my sister, my friend.

Always love you,
Ate Nellie
27 Sept 2002

Dominic Rosales Ticzon
The man who lived a good life.

It is unfortunate that my uncle died young at 64. If he had lived longer, he could have spent more time with his nephews, nieces and grandchildren and see them grow. I am happy to have wonderful memories with him. He treated me like the daughter he never had and that makes it extra special to me. I have so many good words to say about him and memories to share.

The first time I met him was when I was only five. I had my vacation in San Francisco together with my mom Grace and sister Karen. Since I was very young then, it was my mom who shared to me the special times I had with my uncle. She said that the first time I saw him, I became instantly close to him. I was overly sensitive with food then. One time I was eating crackers and he suddenly grabbed a bite of the cracker I was holding. I gave it to him and didn't want to eat it anymore, he laughed at that.

During my teenage years, I do remember the times when I would ask him to buy me different kinds of sausages, salamis, and pepperoni and he would immediately send them through relatives who visit us or would be his pasalubong to me when he visited the Philippines. He was the type of uncle that would make sure that he would continuously send me stuff I wanted until I would stop asking. He loved to cook for us especially my favorites: steak and spinach lasagna whenever my family visited him.

He was a man with principles. He was an excellent family man, brother, uncle and friend. He inspired me with his successes and outlook in life. He was decent, simple, smart, modest and generous, to name a few. I wish to marry a man like him someday.

I am deeply saddened that he's no longer here. I wanted him to be at my wedding. Well, at least he didn't suffer much and I know for sure he is now with his loving parents, sister and our Heavenly Father.

I miss him dearly.
Ynna T. Fernandez
June 1, 2003

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