Monday, September 12, 2005

monday, monday

IT'S ANOTHER MONDAY. It's not what Bob Geldof mopes about... I am more hopeful than that. I've lined up quite a number of errands to do today--with my assistant Marta The Nicer Osbourne and new student intern Courtney Allen (maybe with Brett Albers, too, her boyfriend). It's almost 8am, I am listening to a burned copy of Grateful Dead's best stuff (acc. to the corporate thinkers, anyways), and drinking my cheap brewed coffee and Bon Appetit blueberry donuts.
What am I gonna do today? Let me share you... I gotta pay my MCI phonebill (before my phone gets cut again), send mails/marketing/donor envelopes through the post office, do my obligatory Pack Library chores/tasks, get some developed films at Wal-Mart (and deposit new rolls), buy some groceries and house/office implements at Ingles and Dollar Tree, return and borrow DVDs at Blockbuster, buy stuff and photocopy flyers and stuff at Office Depot, print some work at Kinko's...
So how are you doing? I dont know if any freakin' soul is reading this online whatever-you-call-it, anyways--but, for the sake of being "creatively idle," I'd just type away here. I am still silently grieving my Mom's passing... but I am fine, I guess. I've already gone to about three Beanstreets open mics since that sad Aug 6 evening, supervised Bonfires/Indie tables/tents in two downtown street festivals (Lex Av Fest last Sept 4, Organicfest last Saturday, Sept 10). But I cant still seem to really socialize that much... I have somehow disappointed my good friend, Katie, because I wasnt able to watch her directorial work ("Hair") at Diana Wortham this weekend, I am really sorry...
The most that I could do to "face the world" in the past few days and weeks was, hang out at Beanstreets, met up with a new volunteer, Heather Duncan, and of course, stay with Marta... We live in the same office/pad so she cant do anything about that.
But I've been very busy, in fact, in between my usual DVD movie viewings. Before I forget, the last DVDs that I watched are "Alexander" by Olive Stone, "Dancing at the Blue Iguana" (with Darryl Hannah, Jennifer Tilly, Sandra Oh), "Taxi" (a stupid movie, starring Jimmy Fallon and Queen Latifah), "Assault on 31st Precinct" (the new one with Ethan Hawke and Laurence Fishburne)... I am trying to finish this sort of adventure comedy, "Paddling on something..." with Seth Green. I also watched (again) Al Pacino in "Serpico" and Johnny Depp in "Sleep Hallow."
Anyways, yes, I've been busy working out the Manila editions of "Bonfires for Peace" with my Philippines pointperson, Jaja Campos. She's been very efficient, so far. Considering the distance, she's been doing her work really good... Oh yes, I'm very hopeful that these young, Indie/Bonfires newbies could withstand my oblique weirdness and stay on. They are young--Courtney is not even 20, Brett (a journalism hopeful) is almost her age, Heather is a newly-grad (from Michigan), maybe 21, who's been in Asheville only for almost two months. Jaja is 21 years old...
Okay, I guess, I gotta cut for now. I am sorry this is a boring blog.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

sunday night in asheville

SO HOW'RE Y'ALL doing? Isnt all this blog thing kinda weird? Anybody reading me? So what, right? We all write diaries and journals and stuff--who knows, who cares who's gonna read all these things. Maybe 100 years from now, a great flood's going to wash my hard drive and all these words will end up somewhere in Cyprus or Senegal or Java... or maybe, one day, I'll be really famous--when I am finally dead (which is always the case, anyways)--and so those that I left behind auction my crazy words off at Christie's for maybe $5M. Cool, isnt it?
Well, I just finished writing the last article to complete the Sept issue of my little magazine here in Asheville NC. Problem is, my laptop--that has the pagemaker 6.5 layout program that I use for my magazine--is still with the brother of my friend Rachelle Arrowood. Her bro fixes computers and stuff. I gotta submit my final proofs to the printing press by Tues, the latest, otherwise my advertisers will fry me. Besides, we are tabling in two community street festivals a few days from now--Sept 4 and 10. I had free tables because I published their press releases...
I dont know. Whatever.
I guess, I gotta cut for now. I will finish watching this movie called "The United States of Leland." Hey, stay cool--love good, live good, eat good!

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

more condolences

THANKS to (more) warm words of condolences and encouragements...

I am truly sorry to hear about the passing of your dear mother. I was surprised as I thought she was doing better. I can only imagine how you must feel. I hope with each passing day you will remember the sunshine she brought to your life and how her influence has shaped you into who you are and will always live within you. I will try to stop down at Malaprops tonite. Many blessings to your mom in the afterlife.
Rena Wright-Daugherty
Asheville NC


I am very sorry to hear about your mother. I have been very fortunate to have both of my parents around, but I know I would feel a huge hole if I lost either of them.
Laura Blackley
Asheville NC

My thoughts are with you during what I'm sure is a difficult time.

Peace, Jon Hain
Michigan


Bless You, Pasckie. It must have been a great woman who made you. I hope you find strength and support from the people around you-- I know you have given it to them, and will again soon. I hope you take the time you need to grieve, but also remember to dance in the rain.
Peace Love and Solidarity-
Iris
Baltimore

genuinely sorry to hear this.
Julie Fisher
Baltimore

Hey Brother,
I haven't been able to uncover anything that I truly felt would be comforting for you with the loss of your beautiful mother. It is times like these that words just seem like, well, words. After being through what I went through with my mother recently, almost losing her, but still being able to actually to travel to New Jersey and sit by her side for days on end, I cannot even imagine the thought of being on the opposite side of the globe from her. If you happen to have a copy of Gibran's "The Prophet", times like these are invitations to revisit the wisdom in those pages. Press on, and always remember her beautiful soul, my friend.
Dale, Loretta, Lucynda and Mikey (The Hoffmans)
Candler NC


Thank you, Pasckie, for sharing that; I extend my feelings and thoughts for you and your family. I wish renewal and peace for you as you contend with your grief.
Thinking of you,
Danny Stuelpnagel
Baltimore

When I've read about your mother, I was devastated. I've met her only once, but I've felt that I've known her all my life because of your stories about her. I can't give you words that will erase your pain. There's nothing I can do that will fill that void. I won't tell you that it's all right because it is not. Time will not heal the wound. The pain will not fade.
Olive Obina
Manila

Pasckie, I’m sorry to hear the news about your mom. I’m attending a TV Producer workshop in the Center (208 W 13 St) and hardly have time to stop by my apartment, when I get here I crash in bed. Will send you a longer email when I have time… but I’ll be thinking about you and sending you positive energy.
Love,
Maria Lapachet

Long Island NY

Ah! Asheville

FOUR-FREAKIN' o'clock in the morning! I am back to this sweetly bizarre "deadbeat-monkish-recluse-whatever-youcallit" pace... or is it a pace? I get up, write, eat, crash, get-up, write, do emails, eat, crash, walk, fuck/makelove-once-inawhile, write, get up, eat, do emails... So what's wrong with that? What's wrong with this... I think I dont "belong" again because I am a freakin' human-being-trying-to-be-a-robot again, instead of--a robot-trying-to-be-a-human-being again. Okay, to be effective in this society, most of the time--you gotta be a robot (forget about being a human being), a synthetic pigment of corporate America--
DIG THIS. Get up at 6:30am, take a 7min-shower, fix a quick 10minute breakfast, drive to work, stay at your work's cubicle for the next 8 hours at least, around 4 or 5pm--you drive home as Dave Matthews or Coldplay distract you on CD, you get home 30mins later, throw your ass on the couch, watch the Weather Channel or Trading Places over a Bud or two, make a microwaved dinner (your wife/girlfriend has already taken hers, she's on a diet), go to bed, get naked, fuck your wife/GF for 4minutes or less, go back to the couch and check if the weather changed in the last 4mins or so, gulp two more Buds (as wife/GF plans out Weightwatchers date this weekend), go back to bed at around 10:15pm, crash with your back to your already sleeping wife/GF... then you do it again tomorrow.
In between this robot-trying-to-be-a-human-being life, you dream of paying off your credit so that, next year, you can get a new house by the beach with a picket fence or get a Hummer--which, unfortunately, mathematically speaking, that'll only happen when you are already 75 years old, if ever you get lucky enough to win a lotto (because, mathematically speaking, that's the time that you'd be able to pay up all your credit, that is, if you they dont go to collection).
So you just watch more Weather Channel, rent a new Ben Stiller movie, or score the nth Rolling Stones greatest hits CD, as your wife/GF continues to dream like a reality-TV dream of landing a Trump job, losing 75 lbs in three months, or having a summer vacation in West Palm Beach, or fantasize that she should have married her high school prince charming who's now a US Marine officer and stands to earn huge dough when the war is over, whether he gets home dead or alive.
That is a nice life, actually. Very realistic. It's safe and sound like a condom...
Anyways, it's 24mins past 4am. I gotta work, I mean write or layout my newspaper that doesnt earn. But before I close this hour's blog entry, let me give you a backgrounder where in the neck of the earth I am located, actually (not the mental asylum, for sure)--I am in Asheville. Here, read this stuff:

ASHEVILLE: High-CountryHip

It's almost the midnight hour on a Saturday night, and the 11-month-old Orange Peel club is rocking. So, too, is Tressa's, just down the street, where the crowd sways to rhythm & blues. And around the corner at Malaprop's Bookstore, the poets are slamming.
In between, the sidewalks are abuzz and the outdoor cafes are humming. And at the center of it all, Pritchard Park, it's standing room only for the ever-offbeat Cinema in the Park - a weekly event where live bands play as silent movies are projected on a big screen.
"There's not too many towns this size where you can find this kind of atmosphere," beams Jennifer Elliott, 29, one of the many revelers strolling the streets from scene to scene. "I love this town. You can do anything and say anything and be anything you want in Asheville."
Indeed. This once down-on-its-heels city of 70,000 nestled in the Appalachian Mountains is morphing into one of the South's hippest hangouts. Coffee bars, trendy eateries, music clubs and galleries have taken up residence in the glorious art deco buildings that fill the downtown. And artists and musicians are arriving in droves.
Santa Fe of the East, some call it.
"It's become a very artsy scene," says Kim MacQueen, a native of Seattle who moved here eight years ago and opened the downtown's first coffee bar, Gold Hill Espresso and Fine Teas. "Anytime you can get bluegrass music and burlesque in the same town, you know you're in an interesting and diverse place."
MacQueen is chatting over a cup of Gold Hill's locally famous house blend, marveling at how things have changed. When she opened the café in 1995, nearly all the buildings on the block around her were empty. Now they're all full, and there are 10 espresso bars within a short walk.
The transformation is turning Asheville, long a hub for leaf peepers who invade each fall to view the mountain colors, into a year-round escape with plenty of local color right downtown.
Like Santa Fe, the town is becoming a counterculture capital that rivals that western artsy enclave for sheer numbers of yoga centers, massage therapists, organic produce markets and vegetarian eateries. Young hippie wannabes are becoming a common sight on the downtown streets, as are punkers. There's even a mini-version of San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury district, Lexington Avenue, sprinkled with tattoo parlors and used book and clothing stores.
"We do have quite a few people with tattoos, piercings and colorful hair," laughs John Cram, 55, who helped launch the downtown renaissance by opening the town's first snazzy gallery, Blue Spiral 1, in 1990. "I'm waiting for the day they start calling Santa Fe the Asheville of the West."

A history of boom and bust
For some, the changes that have taken place here the past five years are hard to fathom. A boomtown at the start of the 20th century, Asheville was hit harder than almost any city by the Depression, and it didn't pay off its Depression-era debts until 1976. At one point, 75% of buildings sat empty.
Sitting amidst the displays of blown-glass pieces, paintings and sculptures at his gallery, which is on Biltmore Avenue, now one of the city's main drags, Cram recalls that when he opened the shop most locals thought him crazy. But little by little others began to follow, and by the late '90s, the downtown was starting to thrive.
In addition to Cram's ever-expanding gallery, visitors will find dozens of other new shops selling local and regional arts and crafts. And a vibrant restaurant scene has taken root the past few years with surprisingly worldly offerings.
But perhaps the biggest surprise is the depth of the music scene. Everyone from Hootie and the Blowfish to Willie Nelson to Sonic Youth have come to town recently, and dozens of venues have live music weekly. "It's like a smaller version of Austin or Seattle," says Lesley Groetsch, co-owner of the Orange Peel music club, who arrived with husband Jack less than a year ago from New Orleans.
There's no doubt the city, which has relied on tourism to help fill its coffers for more than a century, has benefited greatly from America's shifting travel preferences in the wake of the terrorist attacks of 2001. Even as tourist business plunged at major destinations such as Orlando, tourism revenue in Asheville surged nearly 14% in the year after the attacks as vacationers seeking safe, drivable and not-too-expensive destinations re-discovered the city. Still, a boom was underway even before the attacks.
Now the biggest issue for local power brokers isn't reviving Asheville but making sure its success doesn't sow the seeds of downfall.
"We're coming to an interesting crossroads," says MacQueen, who says she fears the boom will attract cookie-cutter chain stores and hotels that so far have stayed away. Like many here, she sees the homegrown nature of Asheville's mostly mom-and-pop boutiques, restaurants and bars, which are clustered around Pritchard Park and Pack Square, as the key to its attractiveness. "What we do next will determine what Asheville is like in 20 years.
"Still, it probably would take a lot to change the quirky independence of this mountain outpost. That the town had transformed into something wholly unrecognizable sunk in with native Chris Sparks, 33, in one of the city's blossoming earth-friendly stores, where he saw a brand of female hygiene napkins designed to be washed and re-used.
"That's when I realized it had really changed," says Sparks, who runs a 10-month-old gourmet cheese shop that offers selections from politically oppressed people around the world. "I thought, 'what's happening to my town?' But then here I am selling fair-wage yak cheese from Tibet. How weird can this place be?"

Live-and-let-live tradition
Maybe the better question is how could this have happened? After all, western North Carolina, home to Billy Graham and a stronghold of religious conservatism, is probably the last place one would expect a left-leaning enclave of artists and hippies.
Still, longtime local Becky Anderson says it shouldn't come as such a surprise. The head of HandMade in America, a local crafts group, notes that a current of creativity always has run through the area. Hundreds of artisans who came more than a century ago to work on George Vanderbilt's monumental Biltmore Estate, still the area's top attraction, stayed in the region, spreading their craft. The area also has been the epicenter of the American craft movement for a century.
In the 1930s, the region's beauty and isolation lured a flock of big-name Bauhaus artists fleeing Nazi Germany, including Josef Albers, who created an artist's colony at nearby Black Mountain College.
"There's always been a culture of music, craft, dance and literature here," says Anderson over tea at another newcomer, the New French Bar Courtyard Cafe. "It's the legacy of this place."
There's also always been a culture of tolerance in the region that may surprise some people with preconceived notions about the rural Carolinas. "There's a tradition among the mountain people to live and let live," notes Cram, a northerner who arrived 32 years ago.
Cram, who is gay, notes that he's never been subject to a homophobic slur in Asheville, something that has happened to him several times in bigger, supposedly more sophisticated cities such as Boston.
For its size, Asheville probably has the biggest gay and lesbian scene in the nation, he adds.
Of course, Asheville's biggest allure remains the striking beauty of its surroundings. Look in any direction and you see the lusciously forested mountains that have lured Hollywood here to shoot dozens of films from The Last of the Mohicans to Patch Adams. The rhododendronlined Blue Ridge Parkway cuts right through town on its way to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
Still, many arriving tourists know little more about Asheville than that it's the home of the fanciful Biltmore, the 250-room French-style chateau built by an heir to the Vanderbilt fortune. Still owned by a Vanderbilt descendant, the sprawling property just south of town has changed as drastically as the city center over the past three years. Two years ago, the family opened the pricey Inn at Biltmore Estate, providing vacationers their first chance to spend the night on the estate's grounds.
The family also has beefed up the Explore Biltmore program, which offers horse riding, bike tours, float trips and other activities on Biltmore's 8,000 acres. The idea: Transform it from a day-trip destination to a multi-day resort.
"I had no idea there was so much here to do," says Jean Simpson, 43, of Waynesboro, Va.,. who figured a one-night stay would be enough to see the sights, but is finding herself rushed."
You need at least two nights, maybe more, just to see everything at Biltmore," says Simpson, during the float-trip ride down the French Broad River, which runs through the estate. "And I haven't even set foot downtown." [By Gene Sloan, USA TODAY, 10/2/03]

Thursday, August 11, 2005

More condolences...

ONCE AGAIN, thanks for your nice, warm words and deep condolences. (Not just to those, below, who sent emails but also to those who called me on the phone...)

My apologies to those who went to Malaprops Bookstore for the Bonfires show, I couldnt make it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed the Matt Mulder's poetry and Vanessa Boyd and Kimberly Summer's music. I didnt have the emotional energy to face people and friends yet, I'm sorry. Besides, I feel I cant be there and make the supposed fun show a sad one with my sad presence.

I will see you, for sure, in the coming week or so...


I am truly sorry to hear about the passing of your dear mother. I was surprised as I thought she was doing better. I can only imagine how you must feel. I hope with each passing day you will remember the sunshine she brought to your life and how her influence has shaped you into who you are and will always live within you. I will try to stop down at Malaprops tonite. Many blessings to your mom in the afterlife.
Rena Wright-Daugherty
Asheville NC

I am very sorry to hear about your mother. I have been very fortunate to have both of my parents around, but I know I would feel a huge hole if I lost either of them.
Laura Blackley
Asheville NC

My thoughts are with you during what I'm sure is a difficult time.
Peace,
Jon Hain
Michigan

Bless You, Pasckie. It must have been a great woman who made you. I hope you find strength and support from the people around you-- I know you have given it to them, and will again soon. I hope you take the time you need to grieve, but also remember to dance in the rain.
Peace Love and Solidarity-
Iris
Baltimore

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

wearied spirits

My mind is moving-- ideas and brainstorms are ripe and active, but I cant seem to move my body or actually get my brain to function, output-wise. I can work but it seems just running in motions. I still shed tears once a while... Although I can still write--esp. responses to emails and do some small/little Bonfires/Indie deskwork.
I have a show tomorrow at Malaprops, but I dont know how it's gonna be, in regards my own reading. For sure, I cant read a poem that I might write for my Mom. I will devote my Sept column to my Mom but I know it's so paintaking--I cant help but weep when I put down the words... But, at the show, I may read one from a book of my friend, Ann Dunn, about motherhood. I am supposed to see Kapila (also) tomorrow at Malaprops, and he invited me to have a beer or two at Mellow Mushroom, before or after the show. I may show up at the open mic at Beanstreets, I am not sure.
I dont want people to be asking me how am I, after my Mom's passing. I just want to move on... I do understand the concern--I do appreciate the condolences, in written words, but when they're delivered with eyes and faces and gestures, it hurts.
I am just here in my office... I might walk to downtown later, I'm not sure. Me and Marta have rented four DVD movies at Blockbuster.
By the way, if you want to read some words about my Mother, go to this other blog address:
http://donnaduanedemi.blogspot.com/

Meantime, again, thanks to these (more) warm words...

Sorry about your loss. Hopefully your mom is at a better place than she was before.
Julie Umanova
Asheville NC

Thank you for sharing those beautiful words about the lady who is most dear to you, Pasckie. Be strong, and flow on.
Anya Paisley
Ann Arbor MI


I pray that you will have more strength to deal with the pain and emptiness. Everything you do, I also see as your tribute to your mother. I am with you in celebrating her life! Cheers...
Helen Reyes
Manila


beautiful. Amen…
Ann Dunn
Asheville NC


I can't really comment on your memory words about your mother except tosay that you reflect your love for a person who knew how to love. And thatthe words emerging from the combination of those two loves are very moving.Thanks for sending it to me. I feel I know you better.Your friend from afar,

Gaither Stewart
Rome, Italy

Belated condolences... my prayers are with you pare.
Jason Baquilod
New Jersey


7:27pm. Wed.
Aug 10 05.
Asheville NC

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Strength in your Words

AGAIN, thanks a lot for the warm words. They are so very inspiring... They are helping me heal a lot.I am still wombed inside my office, havent really gone out since that sad news reached me. But it's not like I'm emotional/spiritually disintegrating. Marta has been a very helpful and supportive friend and co-worker, esp. in this most trying, hard moments... I also take the time to look back within, the beautiful moments. More importantly, I also reconnect, via emails, with people that equally matter so deeply in my heart but I have "neglected" a lot in the past few years of my journey...
I try my best to look ahead, at the future--pursue that one consuming dream, like, one day I'll come home and organize a huge farm concert in the Philippines, with my American friends "coming home" with me. I still believe in Woodstock, except the drugs. I made that promise to my Mom the last time we talked...
I will post my usual Group Updates of upcoming/ongoing Indie/Bonfires projects in a day or two (or you can check the weblogs below). The projects dont stop, or even slow down. We have two huge concerts in Asheville this fall, and I am planning another up-north trip this Sept and a visit to a big Filipino concert in Atlantic City in Oct (you can join me, if you have time).
My misery supplies me with more energy and inspiration... For sure, I'd like to give birth to a foundation (based in Manila), as a memorial to my Mother, that offers assistance to women (mothers, wives, daughters) that are left to take care of families while their husbands go to work abroad or fight a war. Without these women, with huge emotional strength and unflagging love and commitment to family, life would be so hard to get by.
My Mother wasnt a writer, artist, organizer, or a career-woman... she was simply a woman who loves her family, loves her husband (despite his many flaws and faults), and she stood by it, till death--even the most courageous men in my life dont usually have that focus, love, commitment, and consistency. I am learning...
Thanks again, and (those in Asheville), I hope to see you in our Bonfires show this Thursday night, Aug 11, at Malaprops.
Love and peace.
--Pasckie
7am. Tues.9 Aug.
Asheville

Thanks to your Warm Words

THANKS A LOT for the warm, comforting words--through emails and phone calls. At this moment, the spiritual power of words are the only God-given gifts that could comfort myself and my family. When I set on this "journey," far from my family, country and people--after surviving two near-death challenges--I told myself that I will do all that my imperfect, limited
humanity could ever do to prevent war and pain and death... though I only have words and music. Because LIFE is so beautiful. I love it so much that I'd like to take care of it like it's a rose in a glass globe. But I dont know what is it beyond this world, except that I have a human
heart that feels pain for those who leave this life. Maybe life is more beautiful somewhere... I believe there is a place somewhere. But I am here now and... and wherever my Mom is, still, her spirit will be somewhere around, just like the FAITH that I always carry inside me as I move on with my life, it never left me one moment...

Now The Blue Sky God/dess has company somewhere. And they will provide, they will guide me. I can only feel strength, more strength, within with this loss of my beloved Mother. She wants me to be always strong... I will.
Feel inspiration in my sorrow. I'd like to see my family and friends
happy...
--Pasckie
5:40am. Monday.
Two days ago.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Condolences from Friends (2)

Brother,
I was so sorry to hear of your news! Having read your letter below, it seems she was a formidable spirit -- one you manifest everyday, I suspect. You have our deepest condolences and most sincere blessings -- not to mention thanks, for your generous support of our visit. We look forward to returning your hospitality soon. Stay strong, my man, and remember that the universe harbors much love for you...perhaps even more, now that your biological source has rejoined the one from which we all sprung....
Peace, in the world and of mind,
Shahid Buttar
Washington DC


I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I'll be thinking about you. Thiswas a beautiful piece honoring your mother. Your strength is aninspiration. Sincerely,

Linda Barrett Knopp
Malaprop's Bookstore/Café
Asheville NC

Hi. I'm with you in this strange situation. I want to say condolences, I think it might relieve you a little but I find the line too perfunctory. I do not know what is like to lose a parent thus I would not be able to understand what you feel. I do not feel sad when people pass away though, especially when it happens at their ripe age. I actually feel pleased for the old person's soul. This earth make souls weary and heaven must be a destination for a respite, and maybe eternal bliss and peace for all of us. I'm just here for anything Pasckie. Email me if you must, the way we always do. Yeah, I agree with you, we must live life like it's a gift.
Hear from you again.
Windel Ann Lacson
Manila


MY condolences Pasckie...what a beautiful memory you have written. All the best.
Jen Larkin
Manhattan, NY

I was very saddened to learn of your news. Our hearts are with you and feeding you much heeling energy. Thank you for such a fabulous time in Asheville. We felt very welcomed and taken care of on so many levels....we really enjoyed ourselves.
much love, much heeling and much release of love into the universe.
xxoo
Laurie Blair
Washington DC


I am so sorry to hear about your mother. I think you are fortunate to have had such a person to love. I am sure you will carry your life forward in the way she would want.
Lots of love,
Bob Brown
Asheville NC

Condolence to you and your family. I don't have the words... hope you'll have all the strength you'll need for your journey.

Jo-Jo Valenzuela
Germantown MD


All our condolences, prayers and love to you. I know, your Mother will be happy on the other side of life...and I know too na you will be more stronger....stronger than the person that I used to know. Pasckie, no matter what, I'm here for you..spiritually,,,and we both have the same thing in common- spreading beautiful poems, writing songs, LOVE and PEACE to mankind.....keep your mother's memory in your life forever!

love,
Gino and The Inocentes Family
Baltimore

I am so sorry. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Regards,

Maria Gregorio
London UK


I am thinking of you after hearing about the passing of your mother. it is wonderful that you have had the experience of her unconditional love and support... i know that you are carrying it on to others. many blessings to you.
sincerely,
Stephanie Morgan

Asheville NC

condolencefrom
the moonbugs
Maryland

tol, our sincerest condolences from my family to yours!
Renrick Pascual
Jersey City

We're so sorry to hear of your mom's passing.
Take care.
Steve, Karen and Sam Tiongson

Minnesotta

Nakikiramay ako. I will pray for your mother.
Jimmy Almario

Maryland

I am so sorry to hear about your mother. You are in my thoughts and prayers. I realize my request for The Indie is irrelevant knowing about the loss of your mother. I will call Marta on Thurs. to remind her and appreciate it. I look forward to Thurs. and hope you are doing well.
Kimberly Summer

Asheville NC

I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. Hang in there.
Jessica Balde

Manila