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A time to heal: 'You never really lose those you give to God.'

By Joanne Rae M. Ramirez | July 20, 2010 - 12:00am

We buried our dad Frank Mayor last Sunday, and strangely, a sense of peace and calm has enveloped us after the emotionally turbulent 12 days since his death.

Newsmakers

A mother’s unique prerogative

By AT RANDOM | By Fr. Miguel A. Bernad, SJ | August 14, 2006 - 12:00am

Many years ago I was invited to an unusual birthday party. Unusual because the celebration was in New York while the birthday celebrant was in Manila, one of the American Jesuits (let us call him Tom). In...

Opinion

A long-distance phone call

By AT RANDOM | By Fr. Miguel A. Bernad, SJ | September 8, 2003 - 12:00am

Many years ago I was invited to the apartment of an American family in New York. It was a birthday party and everyone was there: father, mother, sons, daughters, daughter and son-in-law, grandchildren, relatives,...

Opinion