At the Threshold
These days we stand at the threshold
At the edge of a kingdom we cannot grasp.
We long for a kingdom of justice and peace.
as we trod upon a broken earth.
Hope for a weary world….
Three years ago this month, this child from my parents homeland stole my heart.
Her family lived in the nipa huts of my family’s ancestry
Homes made of woven palm leaves and bamboo poles suspended above the ground
These homes are meant to protect from flooding when the rains come.
These huts could not survive the three typhoons that slammed into the Philippine islands last month. Three typhoons. The virus. Lives devastated.
December 7. Pearl Harbor Day.
On this day, 77 years ago, the day that would live infamy, bombs stormed over Pearl Harbor. Several hours later, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands. My Father was a Philippine Scout being trained under the command of the United States Army at Fort Stotsenberg the day that Japanese fighters appeared in the sky, firing over troops that had only a few hours earlier received word about the attack on Pearl Harbor.
A tribute to my father......
I am grateful to share my father's and my family's story as a guest blogger on granndparentslink.com. I am even more grateful for the legacy my parents have left to our family and our children.
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