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My dad was very kind, loving, funny, caring, hard working, and very protective. My dad showed his love and kindness by being there for all of our accomplishments and when we needed him ❤️.

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I miss you Lola (Nov 1935- May 15,2024). She was always so kind and generous to everyone, she use to come with us to Disneyland and was always laughing at small things. She always wanted us to succeed, I wish she could have lived to see me graduate university. I still secretly deny she’s gone, it’s so hard to believe she’s gone and I wasn’t ready for it. I remember her being in the hospital and her funeral as a blur, I was so shocked and upset I wrote a script due to not wanting to talk about it. This is a photo my sister and her when we were young, this is how I still remember her.

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Lola Caring, I miss you still. You were so kind to everyone and got to see so much of the world, I regret I didn’t spend time with you later on because I always believed you’d live long (Lola Caring Nov. 1935- May 15, 2024)

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Mama Alicia ❤️ Wishing I could tell you how much I love and am grateful for Jen. 

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I want to remember my friends Raph and Neil. I met them back in 2019 through my "Bakla!" project. I found out about their passing in the midst of the pandemic and was never really able to mourn them properly. They've been pivotal in bringing more attention to the queer Filipinx community, and their absence has left a large void in my heart. But I am grateful to have been in their presence. I will forever remember the impact they've had to the community. 

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Opero Pelagio - this is my fathers father, the man I wanted to know so much about, yet all I heard were stories. My dad said he was very kind and that his mother was the strict one. He said he worked as a cook on Corregidor Island during the war. The only story I know is true because it came from his mouth. He didn’t say much everytime we met. He knew me as his apo, the son of Diko (his second eldest son). But how much did he actually know about me? Prolly as much as I knew him - just the stories. Miss you lolo. 🖤

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This is my mom, Wanda. She was born in Dec 1959 and passed away in Jan 2014. She was such a loving single mom and I’m so in awe of her. I am thinking of her even more these days as I’m pregnant with my first child and wish she could be here with us.

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Antonio Dalayoan Sr. > I love this man. He was a compassionate but firm man that had a lot of integrity and pride, yet was so very generous and loving. He taught me the meaning of sacrificing for those you love and to be accepting of others. Fishing was his passion and one of the best things was when he’d go to formal functions or parties, he’d be dressed nice but always have a dark tanned face, but a light forehead because he’d get these crazy hat tans while fishing. Lol. My Pa passed away in 2021 during the pandemic and never did I think we would have to say goodbye to him without giving him a proper funeral and celebrate his life with all of our family and friends. Instead we were only allowed to have 16 people at a time in one the room. This didn’t even include all the time we couldn’t see him in the hospital because of the restrictions. Til this day I still don’t have peace with how we had to navigate through all that. It hurts reflecting on it. That all said, I am still so grateful for even having a father and find comfort know he’s at peace with God. I miss you everyday Pa. Hope you’re reeling in some huge walleye up there. 

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I never really got to spend real time with my father. We didn't really know about each other until I was 10. Doug was a quadriplegic but had limited use of his hands, but he never let that slow him down. He was an incredible athlete before his spinal cord injury, and continued to play sports on a national level even after his injury. He never let that slow him down and he was the National President of the Easter Seals program in Canada and was the National director of the Big Brothers program. When he retired from his federal government position helping newcomers and disabled people find employment in New Brunswick, he started the first accessible taxi service in New Brunswick called the BAT Mobile (Brunswick Accessible Taxi). I wish we had more time to get to know each other but we recently established a scholarship through Easter Seals New Brunswick to help people with disabilities have easier access to higher learning. Please consider a modest donation to support Doug's legacy!  https://www.easterseals.nb.ca/index.php/en/inner-page/doug-bridgman-scholarship

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Francisco Supnet (1948-2018). My Dad, the funniest guy I knew. I will never stop missing you! ❤️

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Maria del Carmen Soto Seijas, Spain 1930 - Canada 2021. Mamá, you saw me take my first breath. I saw you take your last. You etched yourself into my heart with love, kindness and strength. You are not forgotten as we think of you daily.

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My Tita May, she's acting my second parent to me also from my cousins at the philippines. I always remeber when she's accompany me in every graduation I had. She bring joy and kindness to our family. Will all remember her. I love you Tita May 

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Me and my cousin were talking about how my nanay (Lola) showed her love through cooking. When I was a child my nickname for my nanay was “the best cook in the world”, but as I got older and tried more food, I can actually say her food was exceptional. She had some memory issues towards the end of her life that prevented her from cooking as much as she used to, but my last visit with her was her making me adobo and us sharing a meal together. I’m beyond heartbroken we’ll never eat together again. Salamat sa lahat. Mahal at miss ka palagi, nanay 💔💔💔

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My dad, Claro Picasales Venzon was born in 1939 and died in 2016. Fishing was one of his favourite past times. I chose this image because he appears both guapo and proud, and it also reminds me of my four-year-old daughter, who resembles me in this picture. I am deeply saddened that they never met or had the chance to go fishing together–I think they really would have gotten along. I love you and I miss you, forever.

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To my Tito (Uncle) Kaycee:  Even though a decade has passed since you left, I carry you with me in many ways. I still make my pancit canton the way you taught me to. Love you forever. 