January 03, 2010 
My Dearest Pops,
You are one man I will never forget as long as I live. Till this day I cannot find the words to express my feelings to you. But you are my biggest inspiration. You are such a workacholic that most of us had inherited from you. Working is all I know, I owe you so much for all you have done for me. One day you told me when I was visiting at home because of the problems I had with my first marriage and was being abused you told me to "fight back and be strong" and that was exactly what I did. I will never forget your words of comfort at time of need. Though I never got to tell you "Thank You" for the Pops you have been to me. But one day I will meet up with you again and I will tell you then. You were a strict/hard man growing up but it all paid off in the end, I now know what you were talking about all those times. I love you my father. Now go and start your cockfights up in heaven and I'm placing my bets on your roosters. (Which I still hear in my head even after I left Guam).

Until we meet again,
Your oldest daughter,
Nenita (Ned) 
nettashaw@yahoo.com 

Netta & Mom

Netta, Pops, Mom, Edi and Anne

January 8 2010

They would say its almost been a month since you been gone, but I know you're still here with us. Just like the 23yrs you would say I've been gone, but I have always been there with you. I honestly can't say I remember alot about you, but I can say I do know you. From what I do remember about you and what I have read about you I now know where I got the certain qualities and traits I possess. Grandpa, I would like to tell you that I love you. I wrote this poem for you, but I know I couldn't have wrote it without you. I wanted to do something special and that would be the reason for the delay. In your words, this is what I came up with...

Whisper
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, your whisper so clearly... Where are you, where are you, can you even hear me... I'm waiting you say, but you left without a goodbye... My heart sank when I heard the news... Brought tears to my eyes... Then the calm of PEACEFULNESS sets over... And I hear your whisper... I'm here, I'm here, I'm ok... Where are you, where are you, again I say... You quietly whisper... "Close yor eyes, and you will see... Look up into the sky, and I may be... But as close as a feeling that you can not touch... A feeling felt that is never too much... Never keeping my love apart... I never left... For you hear my whispers from within your heart..."

Thank you Grandpa... I love you... Bear 
 

Pops, 16 December 2009      A Letter to my departed Father, Ignacio B. Manuel, I just wanna say...” 
 

I know that you're resting in peace or showing your roosters to them, but I have something to say.  I just wanna say “Happy Birthday” and enjoy your new friends & extended family, make sure you show them how to hold those 
roosters, I have them all over my home, I always have since I can remember some of them still in boxes haven't unpacked them yet. 

I truly know you have been blessed cause now you're watching over your flock (family).  Please continue to keep a halo on all of us especially Mom, you know what I mean.  Thank you Father for all you have done and continue to do.  I will always love you, you & Gilbert will always live and rest in my heart.  You have made December an extra extra special month 
for me. RIP and I am here if needed. Love you Pops. 

One of Your Loving Daughters, Fe'