FATHER TOM

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                    [Title] => A time to heal: 'You never really lose those you give to God.'
                    [Summary] => 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.
                    [DatePublished] => 2010-07-20 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Joanne Rae M. Ramirez
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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 the summer eight o’clock in the evening in New York was eight in the morning in Manila, so at eight precisely we were in telephone conversation with Tom in Manila. There were many at the birthday party and every single one (adults as well as children) spoke to the birthday celebrant.
                    [DatePublished] => 2006-08-14 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Fr. Miguel A. Bernad, SJ
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                    [Title] => A long-distance phone call
                    [Summary] => 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, a few friends. The only one absent was the birthday celebrant himself.  He was a Jesuit priest in Manila. (Let us call him Tom.) He had been told to await a long-distance phone call from his family. 


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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