Our names were unique because Papa and Mama have high dreams even before we were born. Azrielle Jane, Deborah Gay, Darrel John, Sheila Faye, Nathan James, Eugene Paul.
Six siblings; individual characters.
Azrielle Jane, born 11 June 1970. The eldest, is a woman of great intellect. You were envisioned to follow Mama’s footsteps in the church ministry. At grade school you were writing your bully classmate with a straight all-English angry letter composition. 🙂 You were always on the top, honor roll up to high school. No one among us ever competed with your extraordinary brain. You are loved by your friends as well as our cousins. An adventurer in your youth; yet a home-buddy. Sounds extreme but true. You grew up to be very supportive and loving. You are tough in the outside; soft inside…I know that very well. You are loud and proud, but with limits. I always thought you know everything; but I feel proud of myself every time you call me for something -you can’t cook. Admit it.
Deborah Gay, 08 August 1971. I am just me. tell me what I must know; I need to hear it from all of you.
Darrel John, 23 July 1972. The most quiet, the most calm during peaceful times. You are a very hard worker. An Einstein in the family. Your wisdom is endless. One thing; a million view. You are dependable and you make things happen. Your love for your family exceeds my comprehension. The respect you have planted in everyone’s heart will always be considered. You love music, you love to sing. Your long prayers during childhood remind me of how close we are to God. I believe it was your deep prayers that brought us all to survival. You are a man of great heart.
Sheila Faye, 28 December 1974. The sweetest princess. Dependent to everyone, you are forgiven. You inherited Mama’s heart for service and compassion to ministry. Your softness turned to strength as you successfully finished your tough university days, being away and alone, you proved to have grown strong. You are most loved and adored. A great mother and the same sweet little princess of our family.
Nathan James, 15 August 1975. You have the softest heart among the boys. Your softness is shown by the way tears would fall from your eyes, both in our lowest and happiest in times. You are gifted with an extraordinary talent -you just don’t realize it as much as I do. You are the greatest help anybody could ever ask for. Never in my life have I asked of you that you did not do. You go beyond your circle, you try to reach for more. When others give up; you won’t. You are a man of great perseverance.
Eugene Paul, 15 October 1976. The sweet youngest among the six. The loveliest boy, with the sweetest smile. You are the best mountain climber I have ever been with. You are courageous and you will never ever ran out of reasons. I will never forget how tight you embrace me, with or without problem; you were always warm and loving. Your children adore you, so do we. Adventurer, discoverer and bold -those traits compose you.
We may not be the best family, nor have had the most admired childhood memories; yet we are united. Mama’s strong spirit bound us together. Papa’s intellect and daring attitude molded us. We are not perfect, nobody is. Our stories make up a series of a long volume encyclopedia. Our life’s index will have topics and sub-topics, it will have to be divided in different categories. But to me, they don’t actually matter. Our life has a common variable that we have forgotten.
Let the spirit of our dear father bind us all again together. In these times of Mama’s longings for him, may we be able to at least fill that vacuum in her heart. She needs us now more than ever. We may be apart from each other, busy with our personal life’s struggles; but let us not forget one of the most important reason why we are still united as a family. Mama fought for us; its time we do our share.
The differences will remain to be there, to those all we need is an ounce of understanding and forgiveness. May the failures be our foundation to aim high as we step on them and continue our journey up-bound. Yes we can look back; but let them remain to be memories.
Our children and grandchildren will inherit the wisdom that was bestowed upon us. As we walk ahead of them in this complex and complicated world; may we take enough effort to overlay a strong foundation, that once they reach those roads; they would benefit from the strong foundation laid before them.
We have a common variable; not only we are siblings, but in those times we were still in Mama’s womb; we were all lifted up to God.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
-Psalm of King David 139:15-16