My family on my mom’s side celebrated my grandfather’s 87th birthday last week. It was a fun, chaotic evening, with the adults enjoying the Vietnamese fare we ordered (in memory of my grandfather’s 13 years in Vietnam, where he worked as a communications engineer-of-sorts) and the great grandkids “wreaking havoc” / playing noisily and excitedly together.
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| Ama’s birthday cake (from us, the Santiagos) – he’s actually 87! We put the wrong age on the cake! LOL! |
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| Ama blowing the candle on his other birthday cake – with my mom and Rysse beside him. |
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| Still handsome and dashing at 87! 🙂 Praise GOD! |
I’ve always had good memories of Ama, which is what we call our grandfather. My siblings and I grew up in Brunei and would always relish the times when we’d come home to the Philippines for vacation. We’d usually stay at my maternal grandparents’ home in Malolos, Bulacan, and I have fond memories of Ama and Ina (my maternal grandmother, who is now already in heaven, God bless her soul) being so accommodating and caring towards us, their grandkids.
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Ama, at 87, with a few of his great grandkids.
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