Abraham Pesarillo Lo
February 12,1926 — July 8, 2018
Never did I imagine I’d be wrapping the box of my father’s ashes, and the photo that I took of him at my brother’s home in Rancho Mirage, when I just arrived in LA three years ago, would be chosen by my mom for the missalettes and photo display at his funeral mass at the Our Lady of Loretto Catholic Church in Los Angeles, but truly an honor to have done it, with much love, respect and gratitude, for the other person who gave me the gift of life.
Since I was little, he was always there for me. I will always remember the mornings he drove me to school, the times he brought me to the karayan, the afternoons I tagged along to the record store when he bought more to add to his massive vinyl collection, the nights he had to help me finish my art projects, the vacations in Baguio and Manila, especially the food trips at his fave spots like Shantung, Selecta, The Plaza, Marquina and more (the love of food we all inherited from him), his loving arms even when I was at my most stubborn, and all the good things I learned from him like being generous and service-oriented (he was an active socio-civic-church leader during his prime). I also would not be confident taking the bus in America if it were not for him. No Google back then, but he knew all the lines and stops. He gave us more than we needed, but taught us the value of hard work. Forever thankful.
I will always miss your smiling eyes I love you, papa.
On behalf of the Los, thanking each and everyone who condoled with us, prayed for the eternal rest of my father, was with us to send him off to heaven and those who remember him. Truly appreciated.
Photos by Kiana Nicio and Blauearth
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